Topher nodded. He sat down, all lotus-position, and straightened his back some. He breathed in and out deeply, the way he'd learned to do so during his yoga sessions down in Salem Center.

He shut his eyes deeply and Animus' terrifying face leapt to mind right away, grinning darkly at him from behind the glowing bars of the psychic cage.

Topher grunted in surprise.

Stop that.

No.