The strange reptile lady had been bound hands and feet by a strange magic that had kept her in place. She sat in center of the room with her head to the ground. Mia was still in her bath robe, Meon holding on to her right hand while cool blue magic flowed through it.
“Well she obviously can’t live in this world on her own… she’d be dead within seconds” from the tone Deamon used Mia could tell that she wasn’t teasing… she was serious.
“Honestly Mia, I am with the slut on this – you couldn’t even sense that a tracker had been planted on you” Meon stated finally setting her hand down. Mia was quiet she didn’t actually know what to say… or maybe just didn’t want to say it. She took her eyes to Diarmuid who was leaning by the wall.
“So Diar… what are we going to do with the damn chameleon?”
