THE BLOND MAN LEANED OUT to watch the reaction of the women while his leader approached them.

'He wants you to join him,' his griffon informed him, the creature's telepathic instruction smoothly slipping into his mind.

'Right,' he thought back and swung his leg over the saddle then slipped down Tomiar's forearm to the ground. The others moved forward with him to stand behind their leader, quietly observing the bloody and dishevelled young women.

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