The Pack's Dragon
“How are things here?”
“We put the big green-haired man in the bathtub like she insisted we do, along with a kilo of salt, and your dad’s in there making sure he doesn’t drown… If mermen drown. Do you think they can drown?” She wondered twisting her head to look up at him, frowning as she caught a flash of something… dark.
He pulled back, looking away, avoiding her eyes. “I don’t know. Does it say anything in your little witches book?”
“Nothing much,” the grimoire had been very sparse on information. She’d have to entirely re-write it, she decided. If she ever got time. But she pushed the thought away, as there were more important things to worry about. “Hey, Cam…”