“Forgive me for making decisions on your behalf,” he saidgently. “What do you have in mind?” she asked. “What did you meanby that?” “You have been told only part of Xanthus’ story,” she answered. “No…,” he rasped.
She stopped to hover and looked down. For the last two months each of these deadlyencounters had been the same. The Jin’Sai’s Minions were the perfect Ghetto overseers, for in her manicattention to detail Failee had granted them immunity to the disease. For a long time they sat there quiet in the dark.
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