"What does he look like?"
"Ordinary. Might be an Indian."
The door opened, and Sager stepped straight into a right upper-cut which bowled him back through the opening. Brek charged in after him, but the man lay limp, his eyes closed.
Brek stood over him for a moment, debating what to do. Then he heard footsteps on the stairway.
Dori.
She stared at him, no recognition in her eyes. A chill of horror ran through him as he saw what Dori had become.
"Who are you?" Her voice was dull, uncaring.
He walked over to her and looked at her eyes. Burning fury rose in him. Using hypnotene, Sagginer had made Dori only the shell of the girl he had loved.
"Who are you?" she asked again. "I do not know you."
"You once did," he said tightly. "You—"