Laural wiped at the bit of blood on the corner of her mouth. She glanced about the room she was in and then to those with her. There were a couple puppets and also Adrellie who while healing was also sporting a few horrible wounds.
"I'm surprised they even let you live Laural." Adrellie said with a bit of humor but her eyes were dark. Laural was sitting in a chair and the room had no windows. She had been dragged in here. Laural was thinking of her best way out of this. Her goddamn characters were supposed to stay in that story. She hadn't thought that her groupie had real magic. Laural had always thought she was the most unique and rare person that she would ever know.
"If you kill me you die too. You are still my intellectual property. Your lives are bound to me mentally until your story is completed." Laural shot back at her and Adrellie raised an eyebrow.
