Xervan didn’t exactly roll his eyes—did dragons know about that gesture?—but he did lift them heavenward and issue a long-suffering sigh. “Why do you even have this weapon if you don’t know how to use it?”
“I know how to use it just fine. The pointy end goes in the dragon.”
“That is unlikely to happen, especially given your command of its power. Perhaps later, a small rodent will skitter through, and you can skewer it.”
“Perhaps later, I can poke you in the butt with it and see if you feel it. Alab has known its bite.”
One of his elegant eyebrows arched. “Has he?”
“His front right toe was in extreme agony for at least seven seconds.”
“It’s good to know you’ve so weakened my foe.”
“I’m here to help. Are you going to let go of my hand?”
He looked at my hand under his, as if surprised
