Leo broke into a coughing fit halfway down the stairs to the basement. While she looked like staying upright required her full concentration, I'd swear the coughing was fake.
"You okay?" My thoughts were occupied with how we were going to get out of this. Even if I lit up to attack, the chances of Drio zipping away before I could hurt him were high. Payback would not be pretty. I needed to catch him off-guard.
"No talking." Drio tightened his hold on us.
Leo glanced pointedly down at her bag, slung across her chest. It took me a minute to clue in. The switchblade.
I gave the tiniest shake of my head.
Drio locked us up in the room where the kumiho demon had been. There was no longer any trace to show she'd existed. That was creepy and didn't bear thinking about.
He left us there, sealing us in with only a dim bulb for light.