Laszlo picked up his fork and knife and then paused, lowering his hands and staring at me with wide eyes. "You found Hywel." There was a sharp edge to the words, and I wasn't sure if it was rebuke or surprise. "I did. I've been dusting him off." Laszlo's wings stirred, a few tiny feathers floating into the air. "Did he wake?" His stare was fixed to me, and I couldn't tear my own away. "No." Laszlo relaxed slightly and returned to his meal, breaking the frozen gaze that had trapped me so I could do the same. "There is a wax he liked applied after he returned from flying. I will find it…if you'd
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