'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 that?'
Daron and Nesha gaped at her with twin expressions of surprise.
'No?' Daron ventured.
Feeling exasperated, she clarified. 'A voice, like Nesha's, in my mind. It's been asking for help. You didn't hear it?'
They looked concerned now and stared at each other for a long moment. Nesha nodded, and Daron came to stand beside her. 'Can
