Odium patted him on the shoulder. “Take a minute, Dalinar. I’ll leave you here. Relax. It—” He cut off, then frowned, spinning. He searched the rocks. “What?” Dalinar asked. “Nothing. Just an old man’s mind playing tricks on him.” He patted Dalinar on the arm. “We’ll speak again, I promise.” He vanished in an eyeblink. Dalinar collapsed backward, completely drained. Storms. Just … Storms. “That guy,” a girl’s voice said, “is creepy.”
