The attendant followed Kartane’s gaze, shivered, and looked away. “They topped that one up after bringing her in, but something went queer. She oughtta be panting and rubbing against anything that’ll come near her, but she just got real quiet.” He shrugged.

She was nothing to look at, Kartane thought. What was it about her that intrigued Sadi? What was so special about this one that he would risk Dorothea’s vengeance?

Kartane lifted his chin in Jaenelle’s direction. “Have her in my room in ten minutes.”

The attendant flinched but nodded his head.

While he waited, Kartane fortified himself with brandy. He was curious, that was all. If Daemon had taught the girl bedplay, she must know a few amusing tricks. Not that he would actually play with her after Sadi had warned him off. People could disappear so mysteriously after being around the Sadist. And Cornelia’s room…

The brandy churned in Kartane’s stomach. No, he was just curious. He wanted a few minutes alone with her to see if he could understand Daemon’s interest, and he wouldn’t do anything that would provoke the Sadist’s temper.

The finger locks on the cubicles were set high in the wall both in the corridor and in the room itself. That kept anxious little girls from escaping at inconvenient moments. Kartane let himself into the room. Once inside, however, he couldn’t stop shivering.

She was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall like a stiff doll someone had tried to arrange in a realistic pose. Kartane sat on the chair. After studying her for several minutes, he said sharply, “Look at me.”

Jaenelle’s head turned slowly until her eyes locked onto his face.

Kartane licked his lips. “I understand Sadi is your friend.”

No answer.

“Did he show you how to be a good girl?”

No answer.

Kartane frowned. Had they given her something besides safframate? He’d had the shyest, most distraught girls crawling all over him, whimpering and begging, doing anything he wanted when they were dosed with that aphrodisiac. She shouldn’t be able to sit on the bed like that. She shouldn’t be able to sit still.

Kartane’s frown smoothed into a smile. He had decided not to touch her body, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t touch her at all. He wore a Red Jewel. She wore nothing.

He sent a probing link to her mind, intending to at least force open the first barrier and find out what it was Sadi found so intriguing. The first barrier opened almost before he touched it, and he found…

Nothing.

Nothing but a black mist filled with lightning. Kartane had the sensation of standing on the edge of a deep chasm, not sure if stepping forward or back would plunge him into the abyss. He hung there, uncertain, while the mist coiled around him, slithering along the psychic link toward his mind.

The mist wasn’t empty.

Far, far below him, he sensed something dark, something terrifying and savage slowly turning toward him, drawn by his presence. He was caught in a beast’s lair, blind and uncertain whether the attack would come from in front of him or behind. Whatever it was, it was slowly spiraling up out of the mist. If he actually saw it, he’d…