Chapter twelveLlodi dived one way clutching Rollo and I dived the other clutching Mevancy. Both of us clambered to our feet. The vorlind was standing with his massive head swinging left and right. His muscles must have betrayed him after the stasis and his leap failed. His red eyes glared on me and then on Llodi and then his head swung back to me.
“By Spurl!” spat out Mevancy, sitting up. She held out her arm.
“No, pigeon,” I said, quickly, jerkily, watching the vorlind and Mevancy from the corner of my eye. “Save ’em. Later.”
Llodi was preparing to rush in with me, catch the beast from two sides. I supposed that was what we’d have to do. I hate this kind of thing, where a noble beast is only acting to his nature. Mind you, if his nature is to take my head off, then noble or not, he has
