“It doesn’t have to.” Ioan’s hands were clenched into fists. “There was no need for him to make it painful for Daniel.”
“No,” I agreed.
“When it was done, it gave me to the other thing—called it Miguel. It told Miguel it wanted me again and not to drain me, but…And…and Miguel touched me. I was afraid he was going to…” Daniel looked sick, and once again I thought I’d better give him something else to think about.
“I’ll make you a deal, Daniel. You let me try something, and if it doesn’t work…if you’re not feeling better…” I drew in a deep breath. “I’ll take care of you myself.”
“You? You’re as much a kid as Ioan.”
“I’m eighteen! And a half.”
“See? What adult adds the half?”
I ignored that as beneath me and looked around the room. There were no windows here, so I couldn’t expose him t
