"Did she say anything while she was lucid?" Gripped by terror, Galen tried to think of something, anything to do.
Jason shook his head. "Other than 'tie my hands'? She said something about a demon. 'Not damsel - demon'. That's it."
Damsel. That rang a bell in Galen's memory. When had he been talking to Lydia about a damsel? Damoiselle? "s**t. That scroll she's been so hung up on." He turned to rummage through the now jumbled pile of papers and books on her desk. "We're looking for a medieval scroll. She wouldn't have the original in here but there should be a copy."
"I'll hunt. You try to see if you can get her to go lucid for a few minutes. Touch seems to help and I figure yours might be more - potent."
Not a bad idea. Galen knelt and clasped both of her bound hands in his own, then g
