Page 32 of Bewitching the Dragon
The group all headed across the living area toward one of the French doors leading onto the wraparound porch.
Apparently shewasserious.
“Are you coming?” Rahu asked. He hadn’t followed the others, had stayed behind when Becca didn’t made any move to get up from her seat on the stairs.
She closed her eyes. “You believe all this too?”
“Um, yeah. It’s all true, Becca.”
It’s all true. “So you’re a…dragon?”
He nodded.
“Scales? Wings? Breathing fire? The whole shebang?”
He nodded again.
Her insides felt like they were bubbling and boiling, like hot lava. It wasn’t the exciting sensation she’d had earlier with Rahu; it was darker, angry.
That stupid light on her hand flared again. Becca scowled. “How do I keep doing that? It isn’t possible.”
“It is. Come outside. It’s honestly pretty spectacular to watch us shift.”
“Shift.”Us.He was part of the cult. She just slept with a guy who thought he was a freaking dragon. And her hand kept lighting up like a damn streetlamp.
She definitely needed to get the hell back to the sanctuary of Aunt Pacey’s house.
“Come see,” Rahu said, a note of pleading in his voice. “It will help you come to terms with all of this.”
Will it?He reached for her, but she jerked away. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped, and she finally stood, deliberately turning away from the injured look on his face. That’s all she needed, to feel sorry for him on top of all this insanity. Somebody needed to feel sorry forher, damn it.
They went outside.
The backyard was small, with a tiny garden to one side. The porch steps led down to a partially constructed deck. A round, glass table and several cushioned chairs were situated in the shade provided by a giant oak tree. A ten-foot white privacy fence wrapped around all of it.
“None of the neighbors are outside right now,” Ketu said, approaching from the side of the house.
The rest of the group stood under the tree. Becca felt Rahu behind her. She’d made it outside but still stood on the porch.
“Okay,” Antoinette said. “Ready?” She looked up at Becca, like she was seeking her permission.
For what?
“He should be the one to show her,” Delilah said. She stabbed her thumb in Rahu’s direction.
“Actually,” Antoinette said, “I think she’s right. What do you think, Rahu?”
Becca didn’t turn around to look at him.
“It’s up to Becca,” he said. “Do you want to see me shift?”
She almost laughed at the absurdity of his question. Into what? A liar? Or was he already that? “Whatever,” she finally muttered.
“Come on,” Delilah said. “Let’s get this over with. It’s hot out here.”
Rahu headed down the stairs to join the group hovering under the tree. He stopped a few feet away from them and turned to face her.
“Don’t be afraid, okay? I won’t hurt you, no matter what form I’m in. Do you believe me?”
