Their eyes locked. Joel didn't move, but an expression of surprise swept his features.
For a moment, Priscilla's guard had dropped. Fear was mirrored in her vivid green eyes. Fear and appeal. The girl was in a panic!
"Surly brute," Roos said.
"Oh, I'll tame him," she began gaily. Then she broke off, staring at Tamis Ravitz with a frozen startled expression.
Tamis was crouched against the wall in fright. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly.
Priscilla wheeled suddenly, beckoned a guard. "That girl! Get her out of those chains and take her to the governor!"
The guard looked startled. He glanced at General Roos for confirmation.
Roos' face hardened. "Do what Miss Cameron says!"
The guard looked bewildered, but he hauled Tamis to her feet, unlocked the shackles. They fell to the floor with a clank.
Tamis straightened. Like the rest of the Unfit, she had been stripped of her baggy coveralls. She looked like a painting of Psyche by Boucher. She took one step....