Forgive my touch. I opened my mouth to tell Laszlo he could touch if he wanted to—I was feeling exceptional after a real night's rest and a fresh dose of pleasure for my soul to feast on—but he rushed on. "Asterion's returned. He and Conall are going mad looking for you. Hywel hid the passageway from them." It'd been almost two weeks since Asterion had disappeared while I slept, and my wobbling legs as I leapt off Hywel's head had more to do with nerves than weakness. "He can do that?" "Dragons know how to guard their treasure," Laszlo said, and his arms had slackened slightly, his gaze roving
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