Vishanti’s Favoritism

Although Donnie had never stopped researching the mysteries of the soul, when it came to finely controlling one—blasting Stephen's soul out and bringing it back intact—his attainments fell somewhat short. Donnie stared at Stephen's head, hesitating over whether to go up and punch him. "Uh, is something wrong?" Stephen's skin crawled. He felt as though some terrifying monster were watching him, and the pressure was immense. "No, Mr. Strange. It's only a small matter." Donnie withdrew his gaze and gave a faint smile.