Her eyes widened. "You know—how can you—"
"Of course I know. How can I not know when I can smell the blood? You think that you are free of the signs just because you have taken on different vessels? Injecting your pieces of soul into them? You are wrong, Morga. Your sins follow you—no matter how many bodies you change." Tracy took another step forward. Slow, deliberate and unhurried. "Now, let's deal with this vessel of yours. I will think of a way to deal with your real body in a while—"
"You cannot do anything to me! You have been barred from using magic to kill anyone." Morga's eyes widened as she backed away from her.
"And I am not killing you," Tracy laughed. She tilted her head to one side with her hands crossed behind her back. "What kind of life does this vessel even have with you occupying it for so long? Maybe she might even thank me for giving her a quick life instead of letting a parasite take over her body."
