“Don’t freak out,” a low voice whispered in her right ear, and she froze, suddenly extremely aware that she wasn’t alone and she definitely wasn’t in her own house. Then she burst out laughing. “That’s like telling someone not to look down when she’s up high.” She turned her head to the right and saw one of the men she’d seen in the kitchen at Midas’ house, the one with short, blond hair. The corner of the man’s mouth quirked up. “I suppose so. We weren’t sure what you would remember when you woke up, and I didn’t want you to panic.” She looked to her left and saw the other man from the kitchen, the one with long, curly hair. He was smiling. “What happened?” she asked. The long-haired one said, “We’re not sure, but we think that because you were weakened by your Wicca healing that when we touched you at the same time, the connection to us overwhelmed your system and you passed out.” That sounded plausible. They introduced themselves. Melo was the long-haired one, who was part of the ambush and the king’s personal protector. Tahlon was his brother and planned to join the ambush at the end of October.
