Inhuman

I see what
you
cannot, also."
    Her eyebrows lifted. "Nadrellian." She cupped his face in both hands. Her fingers were long and thin and indescribably graceful. "My Nadrellian."
    A shudder passed through him. He stared into her eyes, and for several moments neither of them spoke. Finally he said, "I cannot step aside. She is mine."
    Kai didn't know if it was courage or ego or simple stupidity pushing her, but she couldn't keep still any longer. "
She
has a name and a voice, and I was raised to think it's rude to discuss people as if they weren't present when they are. Especially if you're talking about killing them."
    The queen laughed. "So we are," she said agreeably. And a knife winged through the air, heading straight for Kai.
    Nathan's hand slapped out, knocking it aside.
    The queen glanced over her shoulder at the Huntsman. "
Iss'athl
," she said—two precisely inflected syllables that echoed in Kai's mind as something like "lively and clever idiot."
    "Control yourself."
    "She lacks respect."
    "She's human." The queen moved around Nathan to study Kai, her gaze traveling up and down. "Mostly human."
    Mostly?
    The queen stretched out a hand to one side. The chameleon, who had been oddly still until that moment, inched forward to sniff those white fingers, then lick them. "I will discuss your fate with you, then, Kai Tallman Michalski. How did you bring Dell to you?"
    "I…" Kai licked dry lips. Now that she had the chance to speak, it was hard to do so. Those eyes… "I didn't, exactly. I was sleeping, and she asked… I don't know how to say it because there weren't words, nothing like words. But she was so alone, and she hurt. I said yes, and just—I fit her in, or she came in."
    "She asked?"
    "I told you," Nathan said. "Kai is not a binder. She sees thoughts, but doesn't—"
    "Hush," the queen said absently. She tipped her head to one side. In that moment, curious and alert, she looked about twenty. "I would examine you. For that, I need your permission. You do not have a wide spectrum of choices, since if you refuse I must let my brother kill you. But still, you have this choice. I will not undertake such an invasion without your consent."
    Kai's head buzzed with questions, a dizzying mass of questions. She couldn't speak them. Somehow the words wouldn't form, not while she stood beneath the gaze of this ancient power. "May I talk to Nathan?"
    "Nai-thann." She made the syllables longer, more weighted, and turned her head to smile at him. "It was a good choice, that name. Are you Naithann now?"
    "As much as I know what I am, yes."
    "Very well." The queen nodded and stepped back. "You may speak with Naithann."

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Chapter 14

    NATHAN turned and gripped her arms. "Kai. I didn't know—I never guessed… let me hold you. Let me hold you a moment." But he didn't wait for permission, just wrapped himself around her. Gradually his ragged breathing eased.
    So did hers. "Okay," she said into his shoulder. She dragged in one more long, uncertain breath and lifted her head to look at him. "Okay. What is a binder, and why does everyone think I am one?"
    "They see your energy, your Gift. I don't have that vision, so I can't say what they are seeing, but… the chameleon, Kai. You tied her to you. She asked. You didn't force her, but you… it didn't occur to me because you're so whole, but this is a thing a binder does."
    She swallowed. He thought she was a binder, too. He just didn't want to. "So what is a binder?"
    "A rare type of telepath who tampers with others' thoughts, binds their will. They are terribly dangerous, because so few can guard against them. Queens' law calls for… it is death to be a binder."
    Kai had heard of blood running cold. She'd never experienced it until that moment, and didn't like it at all. When in fugue she
could
tamper with thoughts. She even wanted to, because some patterns were so sad and wrong…
    "No, Kai," he said firmly, as if he were the telepath, not her. "Binders are warped. They are moral infants who understand only their own needs, their own wants. You aren't like that."
    "I'm not like a regular telepath, either." Not that there was much regular about telepathy, but—oh, God. These people wanted to
kill
her—not for anything she'd done, but for what she might do.
    She had to think. Kai squeezed her eyes closed and tried. "This examination she wants to give me… it's not a true-false quiz."
    "No. It can be—almost surely will be—painful. She has entry to me because of