“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” She hated how her voice spilled over in a squeak.
“Stop your acting. Your master sells the stuff. We have a lot of clients waiting and they’ve been impatient.”
The fungus. Damn, had the allegations been true?
She straightened her back. “I have nothing for you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
She struggled to pull her hands free. “Keep your hands off me!”
The rope around her wrists tightened. Not a rope at all, but someone’s tail.
Her captor laughed. His hands were rough-skinned and felt hairy. He patted her belt and pockets. Then squeezed her breast. Mikandra held her breath. If they were going that way, she’d give them a fight. Someone else pulled her bag off her shoulder.
“Hey, there is stuff in there I need.”
The man spoke to his mates in his r
