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reinstate his friends. He could force hisFamily to accept his Galweigh parata.

Once he rescued Kait, he would have time to explore, but firsthe had to get her to safety. She
waited somewhere within thoseburned hills. She was so near, he could almost smell her.
Thepassion — the obsession — that had driven him to pursueher across half a world, through
storm and disaster, acrossuncharted ocean to unmapped land, burned higher than ever. Hisblood,
his bones, his very soul sang with her nearness.

“Kait,” he whispered, “be safe. We’re almosttogether.”

A hand dropped onto his shoulder and he jumped. “The menwant to go ashore to search the
ruins.” The captain stoodbehind him, and Ry hadn’t even heard the man approach. Rydidn’t think
anyone had ever successfully approached himwithout his being aware of it before. His mind was
too taken byKait and too full of excitement. He needed to reach her, to haveher — then he
thought he would be able to concentrateagain.
“No. I go ashore alone first,” he said, and heard thegrowl in his voice. That growl worried him.
He was near Shift,close to becoming the beast. The one time Kait had seen him, theyhad met
Karnee to Karnee, in a back alley in Halles over the bodiesof seven murderers. This time he
wanted to be human. He wanted tobe with her as human — to first taste her mouth inhuman form,
to have the pleasure of undressing her, of hearing herwhisper his name in the silken tones of her
humanvoice. . . .

He breathed deeply, and fought to find the peace that would calmhis racing pulse. He didn’t try to
cage his excitement bysheer force of will, for such an attempt would only set the Karneepart of
him to beating wildly against the bars of its cage, andwhen it broke free, it would run out of
control and take him withit. Instead, he acknowledged his desire, his hunger, the pumping ofhis
lungs, and the shiver in his spine, and said to them, Later. Later, he would fulfill all his hopes and
desires.

“I’ll go ashore alone,” he repeated. “Idon’t want to frighten Kait away — if I take men with
me,she might flee.”

“And if she isn’t alone?”

Ry was staring back at that hideous burned shoreline again, atthose blackened hills. “I can take
care of anyone she mighthave with her.”

As two sailors readied one of the longboats for him, Yanthstrode up to him, for the first time in a
long time wearingsailors’ roughspun rather than dramatic silk and leather.“The captain said you
intended to go ashore alone.”

“I’m going alone.”

“You aren’t. I know you think you’ll find yourtrue love there, but you have no idea what else
you’ll find.And I won’t chance you getting yourself killed. I owe youbetter than that.”

Ry glared at him. “You owe me the loyalty of respecting mywishes. I wish to go ashore alone.”

“No.” Yanth rested a hand on the hilt of his sword andsmiled, but the smile was without warmth.
“Friends never oweeach other complicity in suicide. Do you hear me? I’ll followyou ashore, and