I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG we talked, but eventually I fell asleep tucked in the dragon’s arms. It was the first time I slept, really slept, since I’d returned to Earth, and the first time I didn’t dream of Hell. When Aziolith had slept for all that time after being summoned to Chandler, I remember that he woke up often, screaming about his time in Hell. I would try to calm him down when I was able. The warm touch of a friend was often enough to send him back to sleep, and now he returned the favor.
When I woke, I felt fully rested and refreshed. I pulled myself out of Aziolith’s arms and searched through the mountains of treasure for a weapon that could kill a mhrucki.
“You’re going to want to look in a different stack,” Aziolith said, yawning. “There are no good weapons in there.”
“Do you
