His thoughts flitted to Sorin, but he banished that notion immediately. There was no help there.
Though the violence the men were intent upon was nothing to ignore, the ghosts were his real concern. Strong emotion brought more life energy to the surface, made it easier to leech away-and the more that was leeched, the more that rose up in a vicious cycle that would end unpleasantly if he did not stop it. "I mean no harm," he said. "I really was only-"
He cried out in startled pain as he was backhanded, the bastard paladin who struck him still wearing his gauntlets. Koray could feel the blood on his cheek, more in his mouth, and his eyes watered from the force of the blow.
"I've seen necromancers before. You sleep in graveyards and steal souls. You're filthy, almost-demons, and you sho
