"How will you know him?"
"I don't know. They said he would be able to identify himself. That's all. They wouldn't tell me how."
All at once Saxon's skin began to prickle its warning of danger. He released the girl, wheeled towards the door just as it was flung viciously back.
He saw three men in the opening and reached for his dart gun.
With a half sob, Ileth hurled herself on him, bearing him backward to the couch, her arms around his chest, her long legs tangled with his.
With a half sob, Ileth hurled herself on him.
"Emil!" she panted. "Quick! He's got a gun!"