Chapter Twenty-EightWho was it speaking? A man? Samantha strained to see from her position on the earth.
“Back,” the guard indicated with the muzzle of his rifle. “Real slow. You'd look strange with a missing limb.”
Climbing to her feet, she nursed her sore hand, sharing a look with Io. He seemed more concerned about her well-being than his current predicament, still pushing against the invisible wall that held him. Her eyes on Io, she backed away from the trap. “This isn't over.” She turned to look past her mother. “You?”
Thorsten Guyomard stared back, his face beaming with triumph. “Well isn't this a bit of luck. We hook ourselves a nice fat fish and he has the good grace to jump into the boat.”
“Thorsten, explain yourself. The council wouldn't want this.”
“The council?” Thorsten sp
