Asterion reared back as Laszlo lifted me from the floor, a brief whine of protest escaping my lips. I caught a glimpse of Asterion on the couch as Laszlo carried me away. His hands were braced on the cushion and arm, fingers digging into the plush stuffing, face turned away from us. He was tense, apparently struggling to hold himself in place. I sighed and rested my head on Laszlo's shoulder, and he adjusted his grip on me to open the door to the terrace.
