Mirielle lapped at the foam on the top of her beer. “I met Galè at a horse auction in Long Valley,” she said. “We . . .” her voice faded, and there was no mistaking the flash between the two of them when their eyes met. It crossed Jarrod’s mind that Mirielle was probably a beast in the sack. “We connected,” she continued. “He was looking for Lord Blacktree, and I’ve met him, so I understood. I know Galè is Uloraki, I know he’s not supposed to be here.
“It’s a trait we have,” she said, and Jarrod figured she was referring to telepaths. “We know more about you by what you lie about than we do from what you think. I saw what he lied about, and I understood the urgency. I knew that Aever and Carj were headed down, and then they told me that you were coming. I told Galè. I know that he doesn’t
