From the chapters of "The Protected Bloodlines."
They had just exited the mountain city entrance when a rock skipped. They both stopped. By the time Batu turned and withdrew his weapon, Nusa had already pounced on a young Taharan, the very young man who had approached and touched Saheeb. She held the young man by his throat and held him high above the ground,
“Who are you,” she asked shaking him violently, “Why are you following us?”
The young man choked and gasped for air as his legs dangled under him. He tried to speak but her talon shaped fingers dug into his throat.
“Nusa,” Batu said, “let him go so we can hear what he has to say.”
Nusa dropped the poor young man onto the ground while Batu aimed his weapon at him.
“Speak,” he demanded, “who are you and why are you following us?”
“Thank you,” he said rubbing his throat and coughing and gasping for air. “I was sent to watch you and make sure you were truly ready.”
Batu and Nusa looked at each other.
“Truly ready for what?” Batu asked
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