Jorick took a step closer. The rogue jerked to his feet, pushing her back and tugging out a long bladed knife. "Go, Catalina! Run!"

"No, Filippo!" She broke into a foreign language, clinging to his arm. He shook her free and answered back in the same strange words.

Though Reymen didn't know the language they used, he could gain a sense of their meaning by reading their thoughts. He could feel the pulse of their fear, hers stronger than his. He was telling her that it ...