"Do you think he might be keeping her locked into a dungeon in the basement? I did find some locked rooms there that I never bothered to look inside." He refused to admit that he'd been unable to find a way inside because he'd been too sick to turn into a cockroach. That was just too shameful. "Maybe she doesn't even like him. We'd be doing her a favour by letting her go."

"Of course, I can't let her go. I'm stuck in this bed." Damn leukemia.

"There should be a register at the reception," Loki decided. "Maybe Uriel would let you check?"