GAHRYE
The images that had been in his mind vanished, the voices howling and hissing, their screams echoing in his ears.
Gahrye gasped at the pain of the gash on his knee, but he blinked as the sensation of all that resistance that had kept him moving so slowly just fell away. Suddenly, he could think. He could see.
He could run.
The voices threatened. They called to him. They would take his life. They would take Kalle's… But he pushed to his feet and sprinted, straining, pushing himself to the limit of his strength and speed.
"She cannot be yours without us."
"You will never own her except through us…"
…Gahrye shuddered and Kalle cupped his face. "What is it?"
What it was was the terror he'd felt ever since that moment that he was going to lose her, a terror that was far starker now that he knew her, now that he'd had her.
