“Yes,” Aisling said, blinking. “Certainly.”
“What an excellent idea,” Ysolde said smoothly, moving over to him and taking his arm. “The poor woman must be miserable in the cellar like that—I speak as a woman who suffers greatly at such times—and it’s the perfect solution because she won’t be in this house at all, where she might sway people, and yet, will be held safe.”
“And she’ll be able to get to know the First Dragon,” Aisling said with a bright smile. “And vice versa. Boy, this couldn’t have worked out better if we arranged it!”
“But ... the First Dragon ... won’t she simply sing at him?” May asked, following along with the others into the hall.
“I am immune, child of shadows.”
“Oh, well, that’s handy. ...”
The black demon dog emerged from a passageway. “Hey, Ash, the siren is d
