Chapter Eleven
Soule looked at the three of them as she came up. They were all staring at her. She slowed.
“What?” she said.
Kell sent to her, all of the images blending into one idea, showing herself, showing herself but with sharp teeth. Soule felt a jolt of fear.
“No,” she said in Dorsan, having learned that word, shaking her head.
Kell gestured to her, a come-here motion. She didn’t know why she was so afraid. Soule went to him reluctantly. Reaching up and gently drawing her lip back, using his other hand and avoiding the tip of her ear, moving down, Kell found a sensitive place behind her jaw.
He rubbed there gently, slowly and steadily, and then he pressed. Soule startled hard when she felt them come down behind the others, Kell being careful of his fingers, and then they were
