Zande slipped out of the bus dressed in soft, faded blue jeans. Her shirt was ribbed cotton, V-necked, and form fitting. Deliberately she had not fed this night and kept hunger uppermost in her mind, knowing Dedari might scan her. He had gone off to feed and might occasionally check on her.
His lecture had been long and severe. She was feeling especially defiant and a little bit desperate. She had promised Jacob that she would meet him, and she knew if she didn't show up, he would come for her.
This is very dangerous.
She searched for him, sending out her exasperated distress.
Dedari and the others will be watching me.
There was a moment of silence, just long enough that she thought perhaps she hadn't connected on the correct path with him. Completely unperturbed, totally arrogant, Jacob responded.