Page 4 of Surviving Hallow Hill
He isn’t a shifter at all, at least, not fully. He’s a hybrid: half-man, half-dragon, and so he can only take on a mere aspect of the beast.
“Like I said, I’m wise. I’m wise enough to check our surroundings. If you’d have taken the time to look up, you’d find that there are divots in the wall. They’re not quite low enough for the average person to reach. And with each one, they’re spaced farther and farther apart. It’s mental torture to imagine escape. Even a flyer like myself would die of dehydration before reaching the top.”
“How is that helpful right now?” I snap back at the arrogant cock-flobber.
He takes a daunting step toward me, and it stuns me when Sialen shifts between us. Tension twists his solid body into a thing of fearless strength.
He’s distracting. I don’t need a protector. Why is he doing this? Why did I have to go and make things even more complicated between us?
“Because we don’t need an escape. We need time.” Dragon Dude tilts his head arrogantly. “And those divots can’t be reached by man or monster. So, we need to buy our time there.”
“You mean hide?” the Sekar in front of me says with so much disgust, it’s like a foul taste on my own tongue.
Dragon Dick takes a menacing step towards Sia, literal steam blooming from his nostrils. His posture is menacing, his chest puffed, and the testosterone in the air is so fucking prominent, I know it won’t be long until they start swinging fists.
That’s the last thing we need right now.
I sidle in between the two, holding my hands out before they can go at each other.
My palm collides with Dragon Dude’s chest, and I swear, if I’d have pressed any harder, I would’ve broken my fucking fingers.
Ow.
He needs to calm down on the gym membership for a while.
“Alright, Charizard.” I pierce him with a glare. “Settle down.”
“Charizard...” he murmurs, his eyes flicking up to the sky like he’s trying to search through that reptilian brain of his to find out where he’s heard of that name before.
He obviously comes up blank.
White steam curls from his nose unhappily, and he huffs a breath.
Once I can tell both he and Sia are calm, I speak. “Look, we’re in a fucked-up situation, and we have no idea what’s going on. I think hiding in one of those wall caves isn’t such a bad idea...for now,” I add when Sia growls in my direction.
Seriously?
Asshole.
“We need to gather our strength and assess the situation, scope out the enemy.” I give Sia a glare. This is what Krist had us doing every night. Killing people. What makes this any different?
It’s not.
Once again, I’m thrown into a fucked-up situation I have no control over. Only this time, I have my sword, so I’m not entirely helpless. And for now, I have this team.
And I’ll do anything to survive.
I slide my blade through a belt loop along my jump suit and take a slow breath. “You and I both know it’s not smart to go in there blindly.”
As if the fucked-up Hallow is in tune with my words, echoing screams and dying gurgles ring out like the soundtrack to this fucked-up place.
Ah, the sweet scent of death.
No, I’m not being sarcastic.
My sword even hums with delight at the sound. It can feel all the souls of the dying, and it just wants to slurp them up to fuel its own selfish desires.
Not today, buddy.
