What.

Is.

This?

It felt as if he had just snapped out of one of the Death Priestess Medea’s trances.

Yakov Petrov. Sun hunter. Human.

No!

A feral growl erupted from the depth of his throat as he dragged the desk away from the wall and overturned it, spilling the things that were atop it on the floor.

< Temper temper Yakov. What's got you all worked up now? >

James. Former incubus. Partner. Falchion.

" No! My name is Yves and I'm a horseman of the War clan." Stopping for a moment to glare at his surroundings, he went on. "Whoever you are, I want this stopped. Right this instant."

James laughed.

< Oh Yakov. My dear friend. Buddy. Partner. Did you have a drop too much to drink last night? A horseman of all things? Really? Do you need to get your head checked at the infirmary? >

Yves snorted in response, trying to ignore the incubus' voice in his head as he stomped over to the far wall where the mirror was to look at the form that he was forced to take on in this island world. Damn humans. Hunters. Damn them all to hell. How dare they trick him into this? Trap his mind in this weakling's body. He would show them just how wrong they were to cross him like this the moment he returned to his original form. There would be nothing left of them by the time he was done showing his full appreciation for the 'hospitality'.

< You're drunk Yakov. Go back to sleep. It's too early in the day for a room makeover. >

"Just shut your trap you imbecile. I'll find a way off this island so that I'll be free from this once and for all." Yves retorted as he stormed out of the door.