On the Prowl

was a sheen to it, as if colors played beneath the surface. Her hair was blacker than the hellhounds’ midnight fur and spiraled in shiny curls to her waist. Her long, oval face angled in ways no human face would, and her tilted eyes were silver just kissed by blue. Tears spangled those eyes, glistening like melting snow in the lashes and on the white cheeks, as she and Nathan embraced.
    She had no colors.
    Kai blinked. She focused harder, but still saw none of the colors every living creature possessed. No shapes, intricate or otherwise. No thoughts. No emotions. Nothing. “She’s not there,” Kai said stupidly.
    The queen turned her head, her arm still around Nathan, to look directly at Kai. “Binder.” Her voice wasn’t bells or flutes or anything Kai had expected. No, it was husky and warm, the welcoming warmth of a fireplace on a winter’s night. She spoke English now. Clear, unaccented English. “Did you think I would leave my thoughts dangling free for you to seize?”
    “My queen.” Nathan inhaled on a shudder and stepped back from her, closer to Kai. “She is not a binder.”
    Those tilted eyes swung toward him, and the queen spoke gently. “I see what you cannot.”
    “Yes. But it may be 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.”

C HAPTER 14
    N ATHAN 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