Dael watched prospective buyers circling the people. Captor tipped boy’s head back, allowed a portly man in an odd white robe to check his teeth, prod at the boy’s arm and leg muscles. And then the man grabbed the boy, leered, and Dael felt his stomach roil.
Avery nudged him in the ribs. “Can you get us free? You know, with your...” He fluttered his fingers.
“It doesn’t work like that.” Dael sighed. “Sorry.”
“Maybe we can stay together,” Osbert said. “Whoever takes one of us has to take all of us.”
“Don’t think it works like that,” Avery said.
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