"I could bend will and break bone until a single, unbending presence taught me the difference between obeying and belonging."
VORATH'S POV
The stone floor of my subterranean lair was cold beneath my boots, but the chill that seized me was entirely internal. I stood before the central scrying pool, the oily, dark water shimmering with the residual, chaotic psychic discharge from the Northern Kingdom. I was waiting for the final, critical confirmation of the success of the internal breach, but what I received instead was a psychic scream of devastating failure. The image in the pool was not of Elias' secured, and it was a fragmented, agonizing glimpse into the mind of my most potent weapon, the Silver Fang Assassin, Rell Vorn.
