'SIAN?'

With a jolt Sian realized that the sound, the voice she kept hearing, came from the ground. 'Land, Nesha, I need to get off now!'

'Fine.'

The griffon swooped low, and Daron grabbed her waist with a muffled curse when Nesha dropped to the ground. Sian swung a leg over the saddle and slid down, hitting the ground hard. She danced on the spot when pain shot through her feet. 'Ow! Ow, ow!'

'Please.'

Sian froze. There it was again. 'Did you hear ...