Without stopping to think, Bianca raced forward. Behind her, she could hear the desperate shouts from her Masters. The Irishman was beseeching her to stop, and she risked a glance behind. St Just was gaining on her, his long legs pumping as he drove himself to catch up with her. The stocky, muscular Irishman was also beside him, but O’Grady was yelling and snatches of what he was shouting came to her,

“Don’t be a fool, lassie!!!!”

Then louder, closer, for they were gaining on her, “Think of the baby, Bianca!”

The Pet did not stop,

She had too much to lose.

With a sudden spurt of energy, she pumped...