Page 232 of Hunters and Prey

“We’re taking her to Zarat tonight,” Revik’s wife explained.

When Black only frowned, the Bridge turned to her husband, reaching into his bowl and popping one of the pieces of reddish-colored, meat-like substance into her mouth and chewing. Her husband swatted her on the ass with the hand he had wrapped around her, but looked up at her as if he were anything but annoyed.

Glancing at Black, he clarified, “One of the shamans. We’re taking Miri to see one of the shamans at that gathering thing I told you about.”

“The head shaman,” his wife corrected.

Revik clicked at her mildly, but when she looked at him, he only smiled.

Black looked down at the small male seer balanced on his father’s lap, and saw those blue eyes still staring at him. That concentrated look on the boy’s face was, if anything, even more intense than it had been a few seconds before.

Apart from those darker, shockingly colorful eyes, he looked like the spitting image of his father, from the narrow mouth to the length of his jaw and his black hair.

The little girl looked more like a blend of the two of them, from her features right down to the color of her eyes. Those eyes were clear like her father’s, but each iris contained a shocking ring of the bright jade-green of her mother’s eyes.

While the girl had elements of her father’s features, most of her features belonged to her mother, Black decided, a few seconds later.

He looked back at Miri, and saw her watching him look.

It struck him that she was different here, in this place.

He felt different, too.

Hearing his mind, she wrapped her arms around him tighter.

“I think it’s the light here,” she said. “It’s so intense, it’s kind of like being a little tipsy all the time.”

“They don’t seem tipsy,” Black said, inclining his head towards the four-seer family where they all sat around their kitchen table.

The little girl was halfway through Black’s lunch now, he noticed.

When he looked back at his wife, Miri only shrugged.

“They live here,” she said simply. “We’re tourists.”

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