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the hard gray eyes.
    So she liked balls and sass. Thank the Darkness.
    Draining the little psychic strength he could summon in order to project the feel of a sensual man eager to please, Jared offered his right hand, palm down.
    Grizelle hesitated a moment before lightly placing her left hand over his and allowing him to escort her out of the building.
    Jared bit back a grin. The escort was now trailing behind them like a resentful, forgotten puppy.
    It was full dark by the time they hired a pony cart and headed out of the auction grounds. Instead of going directly to the official landing place, they took a side road that circled around the low, flat-topped hill until they reached the ticket station, and the Coaches and drivers that could ride the Winds.
    “Wait with the others,” Grizelle said, as Jared helped her from the cart.
    She didn’t bother to look at either of them as she walked toward the ticket station.
    Jared held on to the cart, hoping the escort didn’t notice how much he needed to lean on that support to stay on his feet. He wasn’t sure his legs would get him to the Coach before they buckled.
    “I don’t know where the others are,” he finally pointed out.
    “This way,” the escort growled.
    As they walked toward the man’s partner, who had been guarding the other slaves, Jared glanced over his shoulder and saw a messenger boy hand a slip of paper to Grizelle just before she reached the ticket station. The boy ran off immediately, not even waiting for the usual coin.
    Feeling a warning prickle between his shoulder blades, Jared stopped and watched her read the message.
    So still. So silent. So gray. Nothing about her seemed different, so he didn’t understand why he instinctively opened his first inner barrier and sent out a delicate Red psychic tendril. Even if her inner barriers hadn’t been stronger than his, the tendril was too delicate to probe even surface thoughts, which meant there was less chance of it being noticed. But it would be able take a sip of her emotions and give him some warning about her temper.
    He wasn’t prepared for the blast of fear that raced back through the tendril and crashed into him.
    Something had happened. Something had changed.
    The fear hadn’t been there during the ride here. He was sure of that. Hell’s fire, he’d touched her, sat beside her. Even she couldn’t have hidden feelings that strong while there had been physical contact between them.
    The message, then. The mes . . .
    As he watched Grizelle tuck her hands into the sleeves of her robe and walk into the ticket station, his waning endurance finally gave out. The world became fuzzy and slow.
    So hard to walk, despite the hand on his arm leading him. Words began smearing again, mashing together and stretching out until they became a language of nightmarish shapes. Bodies appeared in front of him, out of nowhere. Someone tugged on his arm. He stopped walking. The smells of blood-bright fear and sickly brown sweat oozed around the word shapes.
    Water.
    Why did that have to be the one word that still made sense?
    “She’ll be taking . . . west-going Coaches?”
    He thought that was one of the guards speaking, but couldn’t be sure since the voice kept fading in and out.
    “Bound to ... Territory’s west . . . Tamanara Mountains.”
    “That’s what . . . figured . . . brought the rest . . . here.”
    Except they were walking again, endlessly walking, while the escorts swore under their breath and their blade-sharp anger cut into him.
    Where were his inner barriers? Where . . .
    Someone pulled at his arms.
    “Ssiiitt.”
    His legs folded under him.
    A gray voice. The word “water.”
    A cup at his mouth. Water trickling past his lips. He held it for a moment, savoring the wetness, before he swallowed. Then he tried to grab the cup and gulp, but hands pulled it away from him.
    “Sslloowlly.”
    He obeyed. It was so important to obey, so important that this female voice that wasn’t gray