I looked up to see Laurel sneering down at me, a silver blade aimed at my neck. “I would keep those hands down and where I can see them if I were you. I have orders not to kill you, but they never said I could not scar that annoyingly pretty face of yours.”
I sat back into the bath and put my hands under the water. I had to keep calm, keep her talking till help arrived, ‘if’ help arrived. “Where is Blane? What have you done to him?”
“He is alive, for now, but he will be out for hours…. devil’s root has that effect on dragons. Blane will be having a nice long nap, giving me plenty of time to do what I must. Now slowly get out the bath, dry off and put these on.” Laurel threw a pile of clothes on the floor next to the bathtub.
I had to stall her. “I will do what you ask, but firs
