In the recent past Jacob had watched over one of the hunter's society daughters, Gill, while she performed magic shows during the two years of freedom the society master had allotted her before he initiated her fully as a society member. Several times her normal non-society human security people had to prevent over-eager men from rushing the stage to meet her. But Jacob had kept his presence a secret there only to fight off the abnormalies who often stalked her without her knowledge. He had not had to handle the humans attracted to her.
This was different. Zande's voice itself was a lure, an enticement to all who heard it. And she was so beautiful up there on the stage, her long dress flowing fluidly around her slender figure one moment, then hugging her body the next. Her ebony hair glittered in the light and cascaded in waves down her back, brushing her shoulders and breasts, her waist and hips. She was irresistible.