“Ophelia,” a deep voice said. The Shadow Voice slinked off into the depths of her mind and finally it was quiet. Blackwell was suddenly there, gently prying her hands from her hair. “What’s going on?” “It wouldn’t stop,” she groaned. “What wouldn’t stop?” he pressed. “The Shadow Voice,” she gritted out, squeezing her hands into fists to resist the urge to plunge them back into her disheveled tresses.
