Marius followed the men willingly enough. He’d learned long since that fighting only got him hurt. If he were biddable, then they would leave him alone. Any resistance would only make then feel the need to break him in further.

“Is this he?” a well-dressed man asked, turning to face the trio.

“The centaur, Marius, sir,” one of his captors said.

“He looks human enough,” the man said, tilting his head inquisitively. “This was what you meant when you said they could alter their form?”

“Yes, and he can read the wind as well, sir.”

“You can tell me what my future holds, can you?” the man said. He waved a hand and Marius was dragged toward the window. A light breeze fluttered the curtains and Marius closed his eyes, enjoying the voices of the wind.

“You worry about the results of an election,” he said. “You shouldn’t.” He paused and allowed a small smile. Truly, the man had more important things to worry about. Not only was he likely to lose the election, he was more likely to be murdered or jailed before the ballots could even be cast. It all depended on who caught up to him first.

A glance over his shoulder told him the man was satisfied. He was paying the men who’d kidnapped Marius for a job well done. If Marius remained in this manor, he was more likely to be either rescued or to escape on his own. He watched the men leave with a calm that he hadn’t felt since his the attack on the herd.

He knew he’d never see the herd again, but he’d be able to make a life for himself here. He only had to wait. “Is there more you wish to know, sir?” he asked his patron.