It was interesting, Sargatanas thought, to possess an empath. He could sense who doubted he was the boy, and destroy them without warning. He could feel their shock and horror - and in the purple-eyed partner, guilt over his failure, deeper than the physical wounds.

     And then there was this delicious pain and disbelief emanating from the naked body writhing beneath his; although it was larger, it could not fight back. Who was this fool who had dared to assault his new body?

     The strange thing was that his host almost seemed to enjoy it too - watching the silver-haired head tossing in agony.