CHAPTER 21
Nausea overrides my senses. I’ve barely touched Bethamous’s mind, and already it’s twisting my own thoughts. Intense anger shoots through me as memories of his parents spring up, engulfing me as though they’re happening in real time.
A tall, black-haired man sits in a study, deep in conversation with a young boy. The man’s face is etched with kindness as he answers the boy’s questions.
“Our power is only to be used under certain circumstances, Bethamous,” he says, drawing on a long smoking pipe. “We may have once been known as the Mydahs, but now we seek only peace with the other Shadym. We cannot survive anymore conflict with each other.”
“But father,” the boy says, “why do we have to keep our powers a secret from mother? She rebukes me for acting strangely. If I could only
