“Prepared, I see,” she said.
“I figured it couldn’t hurt. But I’m afraid some of this probably will.”
“It’s all right,” she told him. “I’d rather it hurt now than hurt worse later.”
Miguel lifted one of her feet and very gently took off the sandal she wore. The bandages followed, while Madison did her best not to grind her teeth. As he worked away, swabbing the area with some kind of high-powered antiseptic liquid, she made herself concentrate on the conversation the two djinn and Julia Innes were having with Qadim.
“…no sign of him at all?” Zahrias inquired.
“No,” Qadim replied. “It has been quiet here.”
“Well, that’s something,” Julia said. “Isn’t it?”
Zahrias’ shoulders lifted slightly. “Perhaps. Or perhaps he is merely licking his wounds and planning his next assault.”
“That’s
