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Jane that it was important to pretend not to want to leave, not to be ready to fight these people.
    “You are from England, aren’t you?” said Cold Eyes as he set the jug on a table and removed its stopper. “Never seen blue eyes on anyone in the jungle. But you’ve been here a long time. You don’t remember any of it, do you?”
    England. Again came that pain, now in the space above his eyes. Zaren didn’t know how to respond. Instead, he took a small cup when it was offered to him and drank. The liquid wasn’t cool and refreshing as he’d expected, but tasted sweet and heavy, like the sap from the anaharti tree.
    “Drink,” the man encouraged him when Zaren pulled the cup away and frowned at it. “See?” He lifted his own vessel to his mouth and tipped it up. All the while, those cold eyes remained on Zaren as if he were a wild animal, about to be uncaged.
    He felt the weight of the man’s attention as it traveled over his bare torso and flank, then down his legs, and Zaren realized belatedly he was still completely uncovered. He looked around for a cloth to put over himself, knowing most human animals preferred to do so. He did it only for convenience and protection.
    “There was a story about a ship that wrecked,” the man said. “Some years back. Fifteen? Twenty years, perhaps?” Now his eyes began to glitter, and Zaren felt an uncomfortable, hot sensation when the man looked at him. Like a tiger stalking its prey. “Drink.” The man smiled.
    Zaren wanted water, not this sweet, thick stuff. But he found if he tipped up the cup to sip, he could look around the room without being noticed. He was still searching for a weapon.
    But now he began to feel a little unsteady on his feet. The room tipped a little, and Zaren touched the back of a chair to steady himself. Perhaps he was still weak from the fever.
    “The ship was called the Windstead . It carried a well-known family from England.” The man smiled at him. He was sitting in one of the chairs and he gestured for Zaren to take the other. “More?” he asked, offering the jug.
    “Water,” Zaren replied as he eased himself onto one of the seats. His tongue felt thick and his head heavy. Now the floor tilted and the air seemed soft and murky around him. He reached out to put his cup on the table and the table wasn’t there…the cup fell to the ground with a soft thud.
    “You drank it all. Excellent.” The cold-eyed man bent to pick it up. “Did you say something about water?”
    Zaren nodded.
    “Of course. Whatever you wish. You’ll need it to keep your stamina.” The man smiled, and his grin was hot and dark and sent an odd shiver through Zaren. Then he stood and went to the door.
    Zaren used the opportunity to blink hard and shake his head in an effort throw off this odd, blanket-like cocoon that seemed to envelope him…but instead of easing, it began to grow heavier and thicker and his movements became slower and more sluggish.
    And then he slipped into shadowy darkness.
    ~*~
    Something cold and wet splashed over him, and Zaren jolted awake.
    “You asked for water,” said a voice very close behind him.
    Zaren was now wide awake, and it took him only a breath to realize he was standing…facing a wall of the hut. His arms were spread wide and tied to the wall . And so were his legs, with thick vine ropes that bit into his flesh.
    A flash of panic rushed over him, then turned to fury. He growled and tugged on one of his arms. The wall of the hut shook and shivered, and little bits of dried grass showered down on him. He pulled again, harder, and still was unable to free himself.
    “No,” he ground out, and yanked at his other arm. Confusion was the only thing that kept him from struggling wildly. What was happening?
    The man with the cold eyes laughed softly behind him. “Oh yes ,” he said in a catlike purr… and touched him.
    Zaren jolted sharply and twisted, growling again, louder and with more warning. The man ignored him and