Alex stood, the glow of power in his eyes fading as he took a breath. Shaking his head, he groaned and looked around, recognising what had become his permanent room at The Last Stop. He felt the tension drain from him and breathed a sigh of relief. He wondered how much time he’d lost and what he’d been up to. He’d been here so often now it was almost like home. A sanctuary. Which was silly since it was nothing, only a single bedroom with plain stone walls, and a small wash basin in the corner and a shuttered window looking down into the courtyard below and over to the forest beyond. Alex walked across the room and leaned against the wall, looking out the window. The thick forest was all but inaccessible, at least to the average human. Alex knew what they didn’t.
There was power and madnes
