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above…Rolley!
    “No please! Oh please don’t kill Rolley. I swear…I will behave, please…Wylan!” He’d refused to look at her until she called out his name. Ignoring the pain in her cry he raised the sword. Groaning, a rage took hold of Melane so fierce that it rocked her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, her mind filled with only one thought…stopping him.
    A low almost inaudible sound came from the elamie. With its drone came a force that stayed Wylan’s hand in mid air. Bringing his other hand up to the sword’s hilt, he pulled with all his strength to fight the unseen force that he knew she controlled. Her cry cut through the air shattering both the force and drone, violently flinging him away from the beast.
    Finding himself sitting on the ground, Wylan shook his head to clear away his shock over what just happened. His eyes darted to the elamie. What he saw tore through his very being. She laid curled up on her side, her back to him…weeping?
    Going slowly to her, he stood behind her expecting another attack. From a tied elamie? Had he imagined what had just happened? “No!”
    Kneeling down beside her, Wylan drew her onto her back. Brushing the curtain of hair away, he exposed the river of tears glistening her honeyed cheeks. No longer did she look proud and arrogant, but like a young child. She was young, he did not realize how much so. The feathery tips of black lashes struggled to open as if a heavy weight held them down. “Please, can you bury him? A friend should not be left to be torn apart.”
    Did she not know what she’d done? It was her force, he was sure of it. A sorceress? No, she would have killed him. Wylan had much to learn about this particular elamie. “Tell the beast to behave and I shall spare his life for your promise to behave.”
    Through half closed eyes that wanted to widen in surprise she answered. “Thank you.”
    Did the exhaustion, he saw and sensed in her, come from using her powers against him? For now, she was no longer the troublesome elamie of moments ago. Releasing her ties, Wylan gathered her up in his arms, carrying her over to the beast. “Elamie, can you stand?”
    “Yes.”
    A touch of her remaining pride gave the skeptical answer. Lowering her feet, Wylan held her until she seemed capable of remaining upright. “Tell him, I will release him.”
    “Do not draw your weapon, he will not listen.”
    Wylan understood what she didn’t say. The beast would protect her as she had him. It was a strange relationship. He could be making a mistake, but he decided to take the chance. He let her go to the beast, stopping himself from reaching for her when she practically fell on the great red bulk.
    “Rolley, my dear Rolley, be a good boy and let the male live.” Even through the haze surrounding her, she knew the one called Wylan was listening. Looking into the Kaymog’s large brown eyes, she wasn’t sure if Rolley understood, nor if she wanted him to. She felt too strange and weak to sort out her thoughts. “Please be good.”
    Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the large hand beginning to unravel the cords about the drawn claws. The gold hairs on his large forearms glistened under the sun. Her hands pressed into Rolley’s chest to still his struggles. “Easy boy, you’ll soon be free.”
    Those same large hands lifted her forcefully away from Rolley as he came to life under the fury of being held captive too long. A great rocking roar filled the air, raising even Melane’s hairs on her neck. When the great red beast lunged forward, Wylan pulled her back behind him. Only her hand covering his own prevented him for drawing out the sword.
    “Rolley! Stay!”
    The beast fought against the elamie’s order, rocking his great form to control the vicious rage leveling against Wylan from those enormous eyes.
    “Stay!” Melane knew Rolley was too angry to listen. Stepping before the male, she pushed his hold away. “Bad boy, down before Melane! Now Rolley,