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have been caught in this trap,” she whispered. “They weren’t looking for you—”
    “
Who
do they want?” Quinn’s tone sharpened.
    The witch shook her head. “They’ll take you last. I’ll come up with a way to free you. I have to go.” She turned to leave.
    “Kizira.”
    When the witch turned around, Quinn softened his tone again. “Don’t try to save me. I’m bound to my tribe and will die with these two if they can’t also be saved.”
    “Ever the fool.” She shook her head. “You should not have protected me that day.”
    “I must uphold my oath of honor in
all
situations.”
    Quinn’s reply renewed Evalle’s hope at gaining an ally in keeping secrets. If she had to shift to escape, would either of these two be willing to say she’d done so with honorable intent?
    The Medb witch visiting Quinn lifted her hood back into place and started to leave, then hesitated. “Your time nears.” She vanished, and the wall was solid again.
    The tight muscles in Evalle’s chest relaxed after that bizarre scene. Quinn was friends—more thanfriends—with a Medb priestess. Not kosher in the Belador world, but she couldn’t fault him if he’d acted out of honor and spared an enemy rather than kill without thought as their bloodthirsty ancestors had. Their goddess would respect that, but Quinn had a secret to protect as vigorously as Evalle shielded hers.
    Now, if only Tzader had something to hide.
    But he was a warrior who would die before exposing any vulnerability. She’d bet he hadn’t shared all his powers either.
    “Want to explain that visit, Quinn?” Tzader asked.
    “Sorry, chap. Rather not.”
    Evalle smiled. “Maybe you should both reconsider my offer to hold each other’s confidence in order to escape.”
    Quinn gave a quick shake of his head. “I won’t ask either of you to put yourself in jeopardy with Brina or Macha. Not for me.”
    Damn. Damn. Damn. What was with these two? Why couldn’t they bend an inch? Evalle wouldn’t admit defeat, but winning their freedom wasn’t looking too promising either. The witch had said they were running out of time.
    Quinn narrowed his eyes. “I’m roving mentally through the tunnels for a mind.”
    Evalle was starting to like this guy in spite of his being cozy with a Medb. He knew his ass was in asling if word of his association with a Medb made it to Brina, but he was still determined to help. Maybe she could trust
him
.
    Tzader, on the other hand, had yet to get her vote.
    “Got one … don’t think he’s the leader.” Quinn’s voice changed to a monotone. “He’s listening to one of the other warlocks … they can’t wait on the spell to drain the Beladors … Kizira arguing they should wait … Beladors dangerous even one at a time … leader says …” Quinn’s head jerked back. His shocked eyes swung toward her. “You’re the one they want, Evalle, and you don’t want to know what they plan to do to you.”
    “Bring it,” she said with more arrogance than she felt capable of backing at the moment.
    Quinn’s eyebrows tightened, his eyes staring at nothing as he concentrated. He sucked in a breath. “I hope you can take on four warlocks alone, because that’s what’s coming for you … Right now.”
    The warning in his voice spiked chill bumps along her arms.
    “Link with us, Evalle. Now!” Tzader’s tone brooked no argument or questions.
    She had seconds to make up her mind. Tzader and Quinn couldn’t link unless she lowered her mental shields. “How do I know you aren’t lying just to trick me into linking?”
    “You don’t.” Quinn shrugged. “Just like I don’tknow what I’m in for when I link with an Alterant, but I’m willing to trust you for a chance to escape.”
    The wall to her left started fading again, slowly widening as though to accommodate more people this time.
    Grace be to Macha, it was time to decide if she’d live or die.
    As the cave wall disintegrated under Medb majik, Evalle realized she