“Is that real?” He gestured at the white lines paralleling the long, thin scars on her right arm, then upward to the lightning bolt at her temple. “I got to tell you, playing around like that could get her in big trouble.”
“With who?” Thyal asked, his tone going quiet.
Just like Master Reydon’s voice had become when dealing with a very rude
Ankuaran who had intruded on their dinner in the garden the night M’kar’s
family arrived on Le’anka. That was the quiet her father wanted her to try for,
when dealing with troublesome people and animals.
“Oh, hello.” Another of the cadets turned around,
glanced at M’kar, then back to Thyal. “Two baqwaks, pretending to be
Nisandrians. Came through the plaza this morning, saying they were looking for
their little sister.” He glanced at M’kar again, gray eyes narrowing. “Described
her tattoos pretty accurately.”
“I don’t have any brothers,” M’kar said. “They’re
liars.”
She caught her breath, positive that frown on
Thyal’s face meant he was going to contradict her. Yes, she had three
half-brothers, but they wouldn’t come to Le’anka to look for her, and they
wouldn’t go around telling people she was their sister.
“We should go back,” Thyal said, and reached for her hand.
M’kar held on and ran, keeping pace with Thyal all the way to their cart. He didn’t let go until they were seated, and he needed that hand to program the commands to head back home. When the cart jolted forward, he contacted Academy security, then asked them to contact Dr. Jeyn and Ashrock and Master Reydon.
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