The inzari waited.
Isara felt her mouth tighten, sweat prickling on her brow. “Slade's threats are of no consequence to me,” she replied. “I have no desire to give up my current assignment, but if you require me to clean up one of his messes-”
She nearly screamed when the creature moved – a casual gesture from one of the Inzari might mean her death; she had seen it before – but nothing happened. The creature stood there with one hand outstretched, a single finger raised in admonishment.
Restraining her frustration was more difficult that controlling her fear. The Inzari had a strange fondness for Slade. Perhaps it was because he was the first human to enter their service. No matter what the man did, they seemed to offer boundless forgiveness. In fact, Pennfield should have been killed f
