must be pissed."
The pressure was off. Her family was safe and Luc couldn't stalk her here. She was relieved and so damn tired. She'd never had a normal life and for the most part, didn't waste time worrying about it. In kindergarten she realized no one else could hear demons whispering seductively into their victim's ears. She didn't know how to connect with anyone on a normal level because she wasn't normal. Now, she would live underground with a dragon for eternity. Her life was seriously bizarre.
The dragon didn't move, but that didn't lessen the aura of power around him. Even his stillness was alarming because she knew how fast he could move. He looked very reptilian with his long, arching neck, sharp angles and scales that shimmered in the light. If she looked at him objectively, he was beautiful in a freaky, alien way. His eyes seared her soul so she avoided them as much as possible. He was a beast built for war and although the thought of him in the real world made her body go cold with fear, it seemed so wrong having him down here. He saved Sky and he wasn't going to eat her so he couldn't be that bad, right? He didn't like demons or Luc, which meant he was on the 'good' side.
The dragon shifted, breaking into her musings.
What do you require?
Huh? "What do you mean?"
Clothes?
She looked down at her wet hiking boots, torn jeans and shirt. "Anything's fine."
I'll provide it. If you require food, contact me.
She got the impression that he was going to leave her and she didn't know whether to be afraid or relieved. She glanced around the dim interior of the cavern. She couldn't even hear the waterfall from here.
"Is there anything else in the cave?"
I am the only beast here.
Cara winced and waved a hand. "I didn't mean..."
The beat of his wings tossed her off the rock and she landed on her butt. Shit. She watched him fly away, a ghostly bird of prey that disappeared into the depths of the cave. Cara downed the rest of the iced tea before she ambled over to her cave and sat, feet dangling over the edge of the step. She should scope out her surroundings, but her body felt like lead. If her insides weren't caked with Rage and she wasn't in a dragon cave, she may have convinced herself that the past three days were all a dream. She focused inward and tried to purge Rage, but he'd had a lot of time to work on her on the flight from Montana to Ireland.
Drawing out a demon's taint on you was the same as drawing out the venom from a snake wound. This time, there were no innocent victims around if she went postal. She didn't worry about the dragon since he was a big boy. She braced herself and touched the lingering remnants Rage left for her.
"Freak!"
Cara cowered as three boys and four girls pummeled her with sticks.
"She's a witch like her mom! We have to burn her!"
Cara fought back, heart pounding in terror. She swung wildly but whenever she focused on one person, she was hit from behind. She managed to scramble out of their huddle and run as fast as she could through the dry grass. It was nearly waist high and she could hear them screaming behind her. She thought she was home free until a boy appeared in front of her and used her momentum to swing her to the ground. The others laughed and cheered as they gathered around her. She tried to get to her feet, but there were too many of them and they had no intention of letting her get away this time. Someone kicked her in the face and a boy stomped his foot on her chest, making her breath wheeze out of her. Through the blood streaming down her face, she blinked up at a girl with pigtails. Cara's breath caught in her throat as the girl held up a lighter. Cara thrashed and a boy sat on her legs while two girls stood on her arms, pinning her. Cara screamed for help as the other kids chanted, "Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
Cara struggled madly, but she was outnumbered. Out of the corner of her eye, Cara saw the lighter spark. The girl
The pressure was off. Her family was safe and Luc couldn't stalk her here. She was relieved and so damn tired. She'd never had a normal life and for the most part, didn't waste time worrying about it. In kindergarten she realized no one else could hear demons whispering seductively into their victim's ears. She didn't know how to connect with anyone on a normal level because she wasn't normal. Now, she would live underground with a dragon for eternity. Her life was seriously bizarre.
The dragon didn't move, but that didn't lessen the aura of power around him. Even his stillness was alarming because she knew how fast he could move. He looked very reptilian with his long, arching neck, sharp angles and scales that shimmered in the light. If she looked at him objectively, he was beautiful in a freaky, alien way. His eyes seared her soul so she avoided them as much as possible. He was a beast built for war and although the thought of him in the real world made her body go cold with fear, it seemed so wrong having him down here. He saved Sky and he wasn't going to eat her so he couldn't be that bad, right? He didn't like demons or Luc, which meant he was on the 'good' side.
The dragon shifted, breaking into her musings.
What do you require?
Huh? "What do you mean?"
Clothes?
She looked down at her wet hiking boots, torn jeans and shirt. "Anything's fine."
I'll provide it. If you require food, contact me.
She got the impression that he was going to leave her and she didn't know whether to be afraid or relieved. She glanced around the dim interior of the cavern. She couldn't even hear the waterfall from here.
"Is there anything else in the cave?"
I am the only beast here.
Cara winced and waved a hand. "I didn't mean..."
The beat of his wings tossed her off the rock and she landed on her butt. Shit. She watched him fly away, a ghostly bird of prey that disappeared into the depths of the cave. Cara downed the rest of the iced tea before she ambled over to her cave and sat, feet dangling over the edge of the step. She should scope out her surroundings, but her body felt like lead. If her insides weren't caked with Rage and she wasn't in a dragon cave, she may have convinced herself that the past three days were all a dream. She focused inward and tried to purge Rage, but he'd had a lot of time to work on her on the flight from Montana to Ireland.
Drawing out a demon's taint on you was the same as drawing out the venom from a snake wound. This time, there were no innocent victims around if she went postal. She didn't worry about the dragon since he was a big boy. She braced herself and touched the lingering remnants Rage left for her.
"Freak!"
Cara cowered as three boys and four girls pummeled her with sticks.
"She's a witch like her mom! We have to burn her!"
Cara fought back, heart pounding in terror. She swung wildly but whenever she focused on one person, she was hit from behind. She managed to scramble out of their huddle and run as fast as she could through the dry grass. It was nearly waist high and she could hear them screaming behind her. She thought she was home free until a boy appeared in front of her and used her momentum to swing her to the ground. The others laughed and cheered as they gathered around her. She tried to get to her feet, but there were too many of them and they had no intention of letting her get away this time. Someone kicked her in the face and a boy stomped his foot on her chest, making her breath wheeze out of her. Through the blood streaming down her face, she blinked up at a girl with pigtails. Cara's breath caught in her throat as the girl held up a lighter. Cara thrashed and a boy sat on her legs while two girls stood on her arms, pinning her. Cara screamed for help as the other kids chanted, "Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
Cara struggled madly, but she was outnumbered. Out of the corner of her eye, Cara saw the lighter spark. The girl
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