Why couldn’t Draca fill a table with useless bric-a-brac like everyone else? he thought sourly. At least then there would be a way to hide the damn thing since Jaenelle had put some kind of neat little spell on the cup that prevented it from being vanished. “Hell’s fire,” Andulvar finally said. “What does she put in it?” Mephis said, rubbing his stomach. Prothvar eyed Geoffrey. “You know, you’ve almost got some color.” Geoffrey glared at the Eyrien Warlord.
