Caitlin's tongue darted out, touched her lower lip. Her small teeth bit nervously. "Tell us something about Zendedari," she challenged. "Prove you have met him before and are friends to him."
"He is Enoch's brother, lost to us these seven years. We sought him and, thinking him dead, sought his body. Enoch and I have all exchanged blood with Zendedari. Barry too, although his had been more than a century ago. It strengthens out telepathic communication. We should have been able to reach him. When none of us could feel him, we all were certain he was dead." Kendalf replied.
Caitlin took a deep, calming breath for both her and Zendedari. These men were powerful and dangerous. Although the healer looked as if he might be the prince of darkness, there was a sincerity about him. But his words were fanning the smoldering embers of Zendedari's killing rage. She tried to keep him as calm as she could. "I found him buried in the cellar of a burned-down structure about six miles from here."
