Using a bit more force, he pressed his palm over her mouth. If her screams hadn’t been enough to attract the attention of other predators in the Tangle-which they certainly had been-then the hint of fear in her smell would surely do so. He realized only then that her scent had changed subtly it contained a sour hint of fear. It was higher than the spirit’s, rougher, and it was filled with feeling. “Noh! Dohnt tuch mee!” Eight’s words were similar to those the spirit had used, but her voice was different. She slapped and clawed at it, turning her head from side to side to evade his touch. He lowered his hand toward Eight’s mouth again. Ketahn had seen grels flee a few times, but he’d never seen one in such terror.
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