Desperate Measures
"Yes, I'd heard Trodain had fallen prey to another curse." Marcello studied Medea with a smirk. "A pity you escaped this time. You were more useful as a horse."
Medea raised her head, looking - for all her ragged condition - every inch a princess. "At least if I were a horse again I could have kicked you for that remark."
"So why come to me for help at all?"
"Actually, I was looking for your brother."
"Of course you were."
"Will you help, though?"
In answer, Marcello smoothly drew his sword and turned to face the monsters approaching them.










