Aiden whispered the command into Ross’s ear at such close range, the man’s arms flailed through him in surprise. Aiden felt nothing. He wasn’t exactly in one place, was he? He was…everywhere. He’d suspected that he could concentrate his spirit into a semblance of a translucent body if he so desired, but for now he existed everywhere and nowhere all at once, contained only by the walls of the sterile room. The sword called to him. Helen had tucked the bag containing the weapon beneath the spare bed, and while he was grateful to be near the woman who’d awoken his soul, he wanted nothing more than to be separated from the forged metal, imbued as it was with Rogan’s vile magic. While Ross was in the room he resisted the pull. Ross, who had kept Lauren from freeing Aiden for years. Ross, who had belittled her to his friends when she was not within earshot and had placated her with words of love he did not mean. Ross, who had had a most amazing woman as his wife, and yet had squandered her affections.
