She shivered. All the guards deferred to Beauty that way and she’d never seen one make even a motion toward their cattle prods around him. She didn’t like to think what would happen if they did. It wouldn’t be pretty.
Beauty glared him down until the guard dropped his gaze and then grunted.
“Come on,” he said, wrapping his hand around her wrist and practically dragging her along after him. She bit back her squeak as she was forced to practically run to keep up.
“Who is the Pelv?” she demanded, trying to get her wrist free. It didn’t work, his hand tightening in warning.
Beauty’s jaw worked. “The being that owns this place. We all belong to him. Every one of us.”
“Oh…” That explained why they were jumping to do this alien’s bidding. “What does it want with us?”
He slid her a sideways
