The voice hit them both like an arrow to the head.
Sarra jolted as if suddenly she sensed a horrible invader and had to protect her charge.
Eric's pen trembled in his hand, nearly dropping and spilling ink on the parchment.
They knew that voice.
They would never forget that voice.
The Primordial Villain.
His deep, unhurried tone rolled straight through their minds.
Eric and Sarra exchanged a stiff glance.
And gulped.
At the same time.
Neither dared speak.
Neither dared even breathe too loudly.
The pressure alone made their ribs tighten. Quinlan didn't need to be physically present. His voice was enough to squeeze the air out of the room.
