Page 34 of Bewitching the Dragon
“Ohmigod,” she said on a gasp without breaking her stride. “Those guys—the band—they killed my mother!”
“We sure did.”
Becca slammed into a wall. Except there wasn’t a wall. It was just the sidewalk, stretching on to the next block. But she’d definitely hit something solid, and she’d been going fast enough that the impact knocked her backward and she landed on her ass on the concrete.
That guy, the one who looked like the lead singer from Cinderella, stepped out from behind a hedge, followed by the rest of his band mates. They were all still dressed like they were about to go on stage. One of them was even wearing leather pants, which had to be seriously uncomfortable in this heat and humidity.
They’d been wearing the same outfits when they killed her mother. Guess they weren’t into variety in their wardrobes.
She could see it as if her mother had died yesterday. Which she supposed made sense. Those memories had been locked in her subconscious for seven years so it wasn’t surprising they’d be so vivid when her mind finally let her see them.
The timing sucked, though, because frankly, all she wanted to do right now was curl up into a ball and mourn her parents all over again.
It was all too much.
Sleeping with Rahu.
Discovering he was a dragon.
A dragon!
Reliving her mother’s death.
And now the same guys were after her.
And she was alone in a part of town she didn’t know very well, in the middle of a weekday, which meant the occupants of these houses were all probably at work. Even if she screamed for help, who would hear her?
Wait.
Dragons.
Rahu.
“HELP!”
In the blink of an eye, a dragon appeared in the middle of the street. It looked just as confused as Becca felt.
What the hell was she, a freaking genie?
“The Daughter of Light has discovered her powers,” the lead singer of Band of Evil noted. “And she summoned a dragon protector. Fascinating that she’s using dragons instead of gargoyles.”
“Oh God, don’t tell me gargoyles are real too.”
But good Lord, that one would actually make sense, given Pacey’s obsession with them.
“Oh no. Don’t tell me Aunt Pacey is in on this too?”
“Don’t know Aunt Pacey and don’t care,” the singer said, and he threw what looked like a ball of red light straight at Becca. Before she could react, the dragon roared and, shooting a stream of fire, disintegrated the ball it before it hit its mark.
“Damn dragons,” the singer muttered, and he threw another ball of red light, this time at the dragon. It blew fire and destroyed the thing again, then turned its head toward Becca and waved its snout between her and its back.
What did it want? For her to climb onto its back?
“Uh…seriously?”
The dragon nodded vigorously and then fended off another attack by the long-haired killer.
Becca shook her head. “I can’t even.”
