Chapter 48: The Vessel
Michaela’s head rolled back and forth against the headrest of her chair. She couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Gregory and the possessed townsfolk stood over her. Her arms and wrists were tied to the armrests. Her bare legs tied to the legs of the chair.
“I can’t believe how much of that tranquilizer we had to give her,” Gregory said.
“So, now what do we do?” Tirkan asked. Gregory’s lieutenant stood beside him in the body of the man Dawson.
Gregory didn’t like wearing the body of the old, fat tavern keeper, but it was the best choice to keep up pretenses. He missed the strong form of Mordic. But that vessel was no more.
“We bleed her of her power,” Gregory said. “Get the vessel.”
Tirkan returned with the container a moment later. A gift from Gregory’s masters, myriad runes were etched into its side with precision.
Gregory knelt down in front of Michaela, loosening the ropes holding her right wrist to the arm of the chair so her hand hung loosely off the side.