"I haven't visited him recently," I murmured. "A few days is nothing to a sleeping dragon," Laszlo answered softly. "The werewolf's strength isn't sticking to you." My eyes flashed open, startled at the idea that Laszlo could read so much, knew so much. But he was right, and I shook my head slowly. "The nightmares seem to…unravel it all over night."
