Page 19 of Hellhound Marshal

But she hadn’t, and now she was as stuck here as he was. He almost couldn’t bear the thought of someone so wild being trapped in a cage.

She has wings, his hellhound growled, its hackles raised.She should be able to fly free.

He couldn’t have agreed more. But obviously Sebastian hadn’t asked him.

Her mind reached shyly out to his.

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She was already getting the words down pat, which meant his own clumsiness with them would stand out more than ever. But he couldn’t do much about that, so he did his best not to think about it. He would just have to do his best with everything else, too.

It was just hard when he was pretty sure he’d been good at this before.

Logan’s a talker, he remembered people saying.Logan’s a charmer.

Once, from somebody who didn’t like him much:Logan’s like a human word-a-day calendar.

Now he wasn’t like a human anything.

Focus.

> he said with great effort. >

> She clarified with an image of Sebastian, the same one he’d sent her, and he realized she didn’t know if he knew for sure who Sebastian was.

> Logan reassured her. He found it in his head and said it carefully: >

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He sent out an involuntary, repulsednothat came out with the force of some kind of mental bark. He was surprised she didn’t pull away from it.

> Logan said. >

> He could hear her relief. >

They were in complete agreement there. At this point, if there hadn’t been a firm mental boundary between him, he would probably wind up dragging her down into the darkness with him.

How did conversations work, again?

Basics. Start with the basics.

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He could hear a weird hunger in his voice. He craved human information, he realized: anything that wasn’t part of this horrible underground prison world.

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A marshal. That rang a bell.

Marshals had badges, right? Was he a marshal?

Yes.He could remember the shape of the star now. He was a marshal. So that was one mystery cleared up.

> Iz said.

Good question.

Thankfully, she probably just wanted his name, not his whole biography. He was glad he’d gone to the effort of bringing that back up to the surface of his memory pretty recently; it was still within reach.


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