CHAPTER 37“That’s preposterous,” the other Ping said. They had found him at the kitchen table, reading a book when they returned from their shortened carriage ride. “I know you have felt uncomfortable with the miders, but they are not amassing, preparing to attack the manor. Even if that were the case, what would be the point?”
Mara put one hand on the table, the other on the back of his chair and leaned into him, putting her face just inches from his. “It’s the Aphotis. He doesn’t need to have a point. He’s a dead guy who doesn’t want to stay dead.”
“How could he be in control of thousands of miders all at the same time? If he’s capable of possessing machinery, wouldn’t he have to pick one?” the other Ping asked.
“He simultaneously possessed dozens of people in my realm. I’m sure it wa
