The young man felt a sharp, burning pain in his back that straddled his spine. It was accompanied by the feeling of pressure, like he was sitting under water at the deep end of the pool, and the loud, droning sound of Haden’s voice muttering unintelligible words. As quickly as it had started, the pain ended and the room was plunged back into silence.
“Go to Hector. Give him my regards,” Haden said with no more malice than he would have used when talking to a cabby who was slow to open his door. “Be gone.” He waved his hand dismissively and turned away from the dazed messenger.