"How long was I out?" Macey asked, brushing off her clothes.
"A few minutes, long enough for me to heal myself and for the body to disintegrate. I checked on you but you looked like you were simply sleeping. Did you have fun?"
He gave her a sympathetic wink, as if he knew that humour was a good way to deal with it all.
"Oh yes, it was hilarious," she said drily, "but I met Izban. He must be somewhere around here."
"We'll find him. Let's go."
She looked at the daimon in confusion. "Aren't we locked in here?"
"What would give you that idea?" he asked while opening the door at the other end of the chamber.
"I thought we were prisoners," she muttered. "It felt that way."
He was in front of her in a flash, lifting her head with a finger on her chin until she was forced to look into his
