At the moment of possession, I could feel the coldness that was Malafar, reaching into every crevice of my body.
I gasped. It was hard to breathe because the cold air hurt my lungs going in.
I held my breath, not wanting to breathe, but then the desperate need for air resurfaced so I took a jagged painful breath.
The second breath was a little less painful. My body was acclimating itself to the chill.
The cold was not so much a physical cold, it was an alien ghostly cold that vibrated through my spine and seeped through my subconscious mind.
I now understood why Connor did not want to be awake within his body while Malafar was roaming inside his mind. It was very similar to a soul bond, with a single exception.
