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He means Colson and the other humans in Cagmar. Shaking my head, I put my hand on his wrist and repeat, “He won’t hurt me. He’s supposed to be alone, too.”

“And if he’s not?”

I smile at his protectiveness. I’m still unused to having someone worry over me. Defend me. “Azmar, I’ve been honest with you. Just trust me.”

His jaw works, but he nods. “Quarter hour.”

I roll my eyes. “You are not my nursemaid.” I turn and head through the trees, but then I stop. “Only come for me if I scream.”

Azmar’s expression darkens, but he acquiesces, and I am undone by his trust. So I put my arms around myself, holding my pieces together, and hurry through the wood. I don’t want to miss Tayler.

He isn’t there when I arrive at the boulder that marked the spot where we’d caught up to him and his friends. Nervous, I search the forest behind me. No sign of Azmar, and no sign of any predators—it’s too difficult for them to survive here.

I wait another ten minutes or so, standing on the boulder so Tayler will see me. If he doesn’t come ... I could leave a note, but what if someone else finds it? I’ve no idea how far off Tayler’s township is. It might not be easy travel, if he even planned to return. And I hope he returns. Taylerishope, hope that there are more of my kind out there who might accept me for what I am, like Ritha does. If this township welcomes Baten, if he belongs and has a family ... maybe they could spare some acceptance for me, too.

I murmur a silent prayer to the stars. As if in answer, they begin dotting the sky. Minutes later, a narrow shadow moves toward me from the east—too small to be a trollis. Stepping off the rock, I call out, “Tayler?”

The shadow takes a few more steps before snapping, “Keep it down.”

Relief cools me as I recognize his voice.He came.

He stops about four paces from me, hands shoved into his pockets. His attire differs this time—it’s darker and closer to the skin. He’s about two inches shorter than I am.

“I’m glad you came,” I say.

He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “You spared me. I’m honor bound.”

I’ve never heard a human say such a thing. Many in the past didn’t care if I used my abilities to save their lives. “The trollis wouldn’t have killed you.” Though I cannot speak for Homper.

Tayler scoffs.

“I heard the rest of your band escaped?”

“Barely.”

“How?”

He glares at me.

I hold up both hands in surrender. “You don’t need to tell me.”

“Are you a spy?”

Lowering my hands, I say, “No. I came to Cagmar as a refugee. There are dozens of us.”

He glances behind me. “Liar.”

“I’m a refugee,” I insist, also glancing behind me. The darkening forest appears empty. “My friend, who was with me before, is back there, but he promised to stay put.”

Tayler hisses through his teeth and steps back. “You said you’d come alone.”

“I did. He’s at least a quarter mile off. I can’t leave Cagmar without an escort.”

Tayler shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

Rubbing my hands together, I try to think of a way to persuade him. Remembering my satchel, I pull from it a floral disk and press it into his hand. “This is all I have right now. If you look carefully, there are small seeds inside. They come from one of the vines the trollis harvest for food.”

Tayler’s brows knit together as he examines the pink disk.