It was a lovely face. Kel or not, it was lovely.
"My hair, Mark. Look at my hair. Feel of it."
She lifted my hand as she spoke, and brushed it against softly silken strands.
Involuntarily, I stiffened.
"That's right, Mark. It's real. Not even the most sensitive of the Kel can match it."
I looked at her, then. Full at her, straight into her eyes.
Cool, clear, grey eyes.
Her words came in a rush: "Mark I know what you thought. But it wasn't true, not any of it. I didn't have any more idea than you of why the Kel let us go, there in the warehouse. I'm still not sure, unless they wanted to follow you to Kruze.
"As soon as we separated, four of them seized me. One—became like me. And after that...."