Gentleman Jo follows downwind, farther than he’d like, trying to keep out of the dragon’s eyeline. They probably know he’s there anyway.
Even ringed in the spyglass, she’s just as pretty as she ever was.
He wishes he could tell her something that she’d believe. Cass was never good at feeling the pulse of the underground – too busy being an honest-to-god adventurer, she was – but Jo’s heard the whispers. There are more people gunning for that hell blasted statue than even the dragon can deal with.
He needs to get it as far away from her as possible.