ALDRIC
The next morning had brought with it a sharp clarity that had been absent during the messier hours of the night. I had taken care of what needed doing, and now I sat at the edge of consciousness inside this borrowed body, waiting to see if anyone would be foolish enough to stumble across what I had hidden.
The files were out there now. What needed to be out there anyway. They were now distributed… delivered. Each one was placed exactly where it would do the most damage.
I had gone to the witch first. Found her in that filthy hovel she called a sanctuary, surrounded by candles and bones and the kind of desperate mysticism that only the weak clung to. She had tried. I would give her that much. She had reached into the great beyond with trembling hands and pulled Ronan's spirit back just long enough for me to get what I needed.
He had fought me.
