John’s smile vanished as quickly as it had come. “Watch what you’re saying, descendant of Ealdakin!” he bellowed, looking rather offended as though Mark had mocked him. “I assure you – your power will soon be mine!” His chest heaved with rage. “I will be the most powerful being who ever lived. And I shall never live under his shadow again!”
Mark swallowed. His grip on the sack tightened until his knuckles turned white. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the drawn faces of others and the fear that poured from their eyes. Mark had only hoped that he was doing the right thing and that he hadn’t gone too far.