Page 32 of The Silver Spider
She wondered what he would think if he knew she had sisters.
“Where are your parents?” he asked.
“As if I would tell you.”
“Child, I must know from whom you are descended. I mean you no harm.”
She snorted. “I’ll think about it. You say you mean no harm? Then I’m walking out of the demesne, and if there’s paperwork, you can send a courier to a postal center and I’ll pick it up.”
The spiders continued to roam, occasionally turning to hiss at the threat. As her heart rate slowed, they began to retreat, hiding back under her clothing. He weighed her expression, the tense stance of the dragon at her side, and hopefully came to the conclusion that a scene in the establishment wouldn’t be to anyone’s advantage.
“You’re an animage,” Dawnthorne said. “You should be trained. I’ll courier the paperwork—and I would like you to consider availing yourself of my hospitality for a time, until we may be certain you are neither a danger, nor an embarrassment to our line.”
“I’m only a danger to those who threaten me—and I don’t give a flying, mechanical monkey whether I embarrass you or not.”
Dawnthorne bowed. “We will speak soon.”
