After some muffled conversation I couldn’t make out, I picked up a soft curse and then—“Huzzah! You’ve reached the Damsel in Distress Hotline, your one stop shop for pretty things kidnapped by scary monsters. What kind of damsel are you looking for today?” Idiot. I had to bite back a smile as I released a breath of relief. If Leo felt well enough to be making jokes at a time like this, then he couldn’t be too terribly hurt. Then again, with his lack of self-preservation skills, he could be dying for all that would stop him.
