Chapter Twenty-ThreeRaising his free hand, Uxvagchtr directed a second stream of crimson energy toward the beautiful, golden-haired Fey he greedily desired, encompassing him in a similar radiance as that which held the Demonfey suspended beside him, but this dark magic did not inflict pain. Rather, it filled the Healer with an irrepressible yearning unlike anything he had ever felt before. Even stronger in influence than the telepathic seduction the Dlalth Master had forced upon him previously, Evondair found himself drawn toward the Imperial Praetor and he could not inhibit his own actions. Unable to oppose the physical compulsion to move as close to him as possible, Evondair suffered a torment of longing unlike any he had ever experienced. The dark magic imposed an inescapable, shocking
