Chapter Nine
I woke to hear Drinn unleashing a string of curses in several languages at Otsoa. He was standing at the foot of her bed, a smug smile on his face, his arms folded in a clear expression of his not caring what she yelled at him.
“What’s going on now?” I grumbled.
“That flaming i***t did something to me while I was asleep. I do still have some rights. You can’t just cast spells on a person without permission.” Drinn spat her words out at him, but her venom was countered by her getting tangled up in her blankets. She finally kicked them off her legs, but it threw her off balance, and she had to grab at the mattress to keep from falling out of bed on to the ground.
“What did you do?” I asked him.
“Just a mild binding spell. If she tries to get more than fifteen feet away from
