Something snapped inside Haral. The world went mad. His brain was on fire, on fire, twisting and turning, turning and burning, pulled through his skull by sensuous fingers.
He couldn't think. His body was a bursting entity of anguish.
Kill the man-things!
Jewels glinting in a filmy mask.
Spasmodically, he jerked away. Convulsive, clutching, without volition, his hands clawed up into Xaymar's face and snatched away the veil.
The fire in his brain went out. The torment ended. Staggering, he saw the world without the haze.
Now Xaymar's hands were before her face; her fingers masking, shielding.
Savagely, he caught her wrists and jerked them down ... stared into her eyes.
He almost screamed aloud.
Because her eyes were not humanoid eyes.