Barty took a deep breath to calm himself. If he lost control the other soul would take over. He needed to be calm, and in control, and he needed...
With a cry of pain, Barty snatched his left arm against his body, his right hand tightly gripping the place the Dark Mark was burning him.
He calls! He calls!
"No! Padma, please help me! He's calling me!"
Yes, my Lord! Yes! I come!
"No..." Barty moaned, struggling to keep a grip on himself. He looked about wildly, desperate for something to help him. His gaze fell on Padma and he backed up quickly, bumping into chairs as he did so. "Stay away from me," he warned. "I hurt Debi! Oh God, Debi..."