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you must return here. I do not play lightly with words, Garen. Once you find the Mari and talk with Methan, come back. It’s important you do.”
    Garen seemed to want to argue with her but held his tongue, then turned away.
    Zebram grabbed his arm when Garen meant to leave, detaining him for a moment. “I know this is hard, but if you fail, all of Bylar and the System will fall.”
    Myla nodded. “When you find the Mari, you will find that things are not always what they seem. And that you have more inside you than even you think you possess.” Uttering those cryptic words, she gathered Thela’s hand in hers and left with the guidecat, the men staring after them.
    “About Father,” Zebram began. “He—”
    “There’s nothing to talk about,” Garen uttered in a low, emotionless voice, his eyes seething with hidden passion. “For you and for the System, I will do as asked. It is my purpose, my sole reason for existence to protect this miserable piece of rock.” Garen shook his head. “And so, my king…” he bowed his head “…it will be done.”
    Then he turned and stormed back toward the village, leaving Zebram with a wounded heart and a full mind, tired of the burdens that now consumed him from sunrise to sunset, day after day.

-4-
     
    “You just had to improvise, didn’t you?” Jace sneered at Shea, who looked down at her feet rather than face the harsh glare of his gleaming black eyes. Dare couldn’t blame her. At times like these, no one wanted to meet his eyes. The black sheen took on a glittery rainbow effect that made his gaze almost mesmerizing, and powerfully scary.
    “Oh, leave her alone.” Dare lifted another clean bandage to still the blood seeping from his head. “Poor baby,” she mocked with a grin. “All that pretty blond hair now looks red.”
    “No thanks to our magician,” Jace muttered.
    Even Roc glared at Shea, and Dare bit her lip not to laugh out loud.
    She cleared her throat. “Oh, come on fellas. You have to admit her illusion gave us the time we needed to escape with the beks, as well as earn us a few extra.”
    “But it wasn’t you or Shea that had to drive off twenty woman-hungry soldiers, now was it?” Roc asked and glared down at Shea. “No matter that your illusion worked, little girl ,” he emphasized. “Jace and I had to back up your show with real fire power.”
    Shea’s illusion had consisted of making Roc and Jace gorgeous sex workers, attracting the attention of the many guards wanting more than a kiss from the “pretty girls”. Dare burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer. T he guys scowled at her, and she laughed so hard she had to clutch her sides for breath. Shea made it worse, vibrating with mirth.
    Dare wiped the tears from her eyes. “Come on guys. Watching Shea mask you two as pleasurers was pretty funny, but watching you fend off amorous advances was hilarious. Really, Jace, if you’d seen what I had…” She dissolved once more into uncontrollable laughter.
    Jace stomped past her toward his room, muttering the whole way. Roc did the same since Shea couldn’t catch her breath to talk to him.
    “I tell you, Shea, I haven’t laughed like that in ages. Seeing Roc and Jace all dolled up like that, and then watching them stare at those lust-filled males with shock, not seeing the illusion as we did, well, it was priceless.”
    “Thanks, I liked that last touch myself.” Shea batted her eyes prettily and bounced away, no doubt to soothe Roc’s anger.
    Dare smiled as she counted the hundreds of beks the warriors had thrown at Jace and Roc, and these made of superior Ziwi glitterstone, which tripled the value of the haul. Her enthusiasm at their successful raid bottled excitement inside her, dying to get out. She felt like running around, jumping, hunting something.
    She tried to shrug off the odd restlessness now plaguing her and moved to the exercise room below decks. Perhaps some running would rid herself of the thrumming