Kayla stammered, pulling at his sleeve. “Wh-what if they get away from you?” Her eyes were big and round and her face pale in the faint light that reached them from the lab parking lots.He started to brush her off, a little drunk with sheer power, with the intoxication of controlling so many of the creatures—But doubt set in immediately; did he really control them? Sure, they came when he called, but was that control? Could he really keep them from doing something they wanted and he didn’t? And what would happen when they were out of his sight? He recalled the Nightflyer of his vision bowing to him with a shudder. Was that what had happened in that glimpse of the future? Would he lose control of his army?Would they somehow destroy the city? A chill ran up his back and he shivered at the memory of the dream—and that waking-dream of his vision.He surveyed the horde of Nightflyers, shadows against the shadows. There was nothing to suggest he was not the one in control, at least for now.
