DRIFTER LAY IN BED on his side staring intently at the small mirror propped up on the wall. He closed his eyes and pictured the time period he wished to visit. His lips curled into a sneer when he felt the power within begin to build. It had taken him many years of practice to access this part of his brain. Before mastering this technique, he had been forced to wait on fate to change the image in the mirror.
Now he could force it to change at will.
Rage welled in him and the image in the mirror disappeared. Drifter ground his teeth as he recalled the details of those trips. Each time he was sure he had taken steps to ensure that what he was doing was undetected by the people living in that time.
And each time, something had happened to set time back on its proper course.
Master thinks he knows what’s happening.
Drifter forced his emotions to stillness, opened his eyes, and saw the image of his latest destination reflected in the mirror. The other man’s face was black as ebony and the whites of his eyes stood out against the darkness of his smooth skin. He was in the process of washing his face in a basin of water. Drifter could see the vaulted ceiling of the plantation mansion in the background.
Drifter reached out with his mind to take the place of the young man in the mirror.