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hoping you would be appreciative enough to help me
find her...well, you. Now that I have found you, I just need to
keep you alive. And that means keeping you away from any blue
tinted would-be murderers.”
    Nadua couldn’t help the skeptical sound that
escaped her. “And are we just going to sit in this cave, hoping
your friends will find us here?”
    “ No, when things settle
down out there, we’ll go back to the place where you captured me.
That’s where Sebastian would start looking.”
    “ I can’t travel without my
furs! I wouldn’t last an hour.”
    “ Don’t worry. I plan to
sneak back into camp and get them for you.”
    “ How gracious of you, and
while you’re there can you pick me up a couple of edisdons and
something to snack on, because walking all the way back there is
going to take some time.”
    The demon looked thoughtful. “I can try, but
I can’t guarantee it.”
    Nadua felt her mouth drop open. “Demon, I
was kidding. This is crazy. We can’t just go wonder off by
ourselves. That’s a death wish on this planet. What would we eat,
where would we sleep? You may be full of warm fuzzies, but the
edisdon fur only goes so far at keeping my temperature up.” She
took in a frustrated breath. “I’m sure whatever you heard,
regarding the plot against my life, was a misunderstanding. If we
go back to camp now, I’ll set everything straight.”
    “ Did you not hear anything
I just said? I’ve come to take you off this planet. Whether or not
someone wants you dead doesn’t change that. Besides, it was not a
misunderstanding! I was there when they released the rebel. They
spoke of how his dagger would be found in your chest and the
one—what was his name?—Tamir, seemed to be in charge.”
    Impossible .
    “ How could you possibly
understand anything Tamir might have said? He doesn’t even speak
your language!”
    “ They weren’t speaking
Demonish.”
    “ Okay, so you’ve learned to
speak Cyrellian in a few days.”
    The demon just shrugged, and Nadua
scoffed.
    “ Last night, you were
cursing me in Cyrellian right?”
    “ Yes.” She repeated a few
of those curses for him now.
    With a bit of amusement, the demon said.
“You called me an edisdon dicksucker.”
    Nadua gaped at him. He couldn’t have learned
the language in just a few days, her mind rationalized. The
deceitful demon must have known the language all along and
pretended not to.
    Realizing what her trail of thought must be,
the demon added, “My kind can learn almost anything in a short
amount of time. An advantage of our race that helped many of us
survive after the destruction of our planet.”
    Nadua stared at him, not sure what to
say.
    Her disbelief must have been evident,
because he made an irritated sound.
    Throwing what was left of their pallet on
the dying fire, he said, “I don’t know why you’re having such a
hard time believing me. I know facts. Stuff that I shouldn’t know.
Stuff about your family, your race.” He scrubbed his hand down his
face. Shaking his head, he stood silent for a moment. Then he
changed the subject. “How is your leg?”
    Nadua had been ignoring the dull pain from
where she’d been stabbed. When she didn’t answer, he crossed to
her.
    “ Let me see.”
    “ What? It’s
fine.”
    Her heart rate spiked when he knelt in front
of her. Peeling the rock from her grasp, he tossed it over his
shoulder. She was contemplating running, but he gave her a look
that said she wouldn’t get far.
    He placed her calf on his bent knee, gently
lifting the hem of her pant leg to reveal her upper thigh. The
cloth that had been wrapped around her wound was soaked in blood,
but it looked worse than it actually was.
    As he began undoing the knot, Nadua marveled
at the lightness of his touch, as if he were trying his hardest not
to hurt her. He set the ruined cloth aside and began inspecting the
gash.
    Her breath hitched at the feeling of his
palm on her thigh, holding her still for his examination.