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Author: Michele Bardsley
Inside. Warmth and safety could be found in fire.
Wait a minute. What? Building a cozy spot inside a fire was bad . Still, the flames were mesmerizing. Their heat, their dancing, their song.
Sheesh. I must’ve really hit my head hard. I lay back down and closed my eyes again. I took deep breaths, trying to find a calm spot in my roiling thoughts.
“Is she awake yet?” asked an Irish-tinged voice.
My eyes flew open. I was startled to see two men with shoulder-length black hair, mercury gazes, and the same faces leaning over me. Their expressions of curiosity were the same, too. Strangest of all was the pulsing color around them. One was outlined in blue, and the other in purple.
“Uh . . . hello,” I said. I stared at the pulsing color. I knew about auras, of course. But these were solid, unchanging. And they smelled sweetly fetid, like dying roses.
“You feelin’ all right?” asked the one on the left.
Are you kidding? I attempted a smile. “My head feels like a wet sandbag.”
Questions crowded my mind and at the forefront: Where were my parents?
Had we really stumbled upon a town full of paranormal beings? What had that dragon girl done to me? And what the hell had happened to Ralph?
“My name is Patrick.” He was the one on the left.
The guy on the right said, “I’m Lorcan.”
“I’m Libby.”
We all looked each other over for a few seconds. Then Lorcan grasped my hands and helped me to sit up.
Bad idea.
I swayed too far to the left. Patrick grabbed my shoulders and righted me. My stomach gurgled.
“I feel like I’m gonna yark.”
Alarm flashed in his eyes. His gaze skidded to his brother, who had the same expression. I would’ve laughed except that I really did feel like vomiting. Yech.
I put my head between my knees and inhaled.
When my stomach settled, I slowly raised my head. Deep breaths, Libby. Really deep breaths. “How did I get here?”
“We found you at the cemetery,” said Patrick. Or was it Lorcan? “Our doctor examined you, and said you had no major injuries and would be fine.”
Then why didn’t I feel fine? And what was with my sudden ability to see auras?
“What about Ralph?” I asked. “Is he okay? He sorta looked like he was on fire. But I was passing out at the time so I could be wrong.”
“He’s getting checked out now,” said the man nearest me. “Was there anyone else?”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to give away more information than necessary, especially to people who had yet to make clear their intentions. I decided not to mention my parents.
“There was a zombie. And an injured vampire.” I made diving motions with my hands. “They were flattened by a couple of dueling dragons.”
God, that sounded sooooo insane, but these two didn’t blink.
“The woman who died,” I continued. “She was a dragon.”
“We didn’t find a woman. Or a dragon,” said the twin on the left. How had I already gotten them confused? An ache throbbed behind my eyes. At least my body no longer felt like someone was taking a cheese grater to it.
“Don’t worry, Libby. We’ll figure things out.” The reassurance came from . . . Lorcan. Yeah. I was fairly sure the one sitting on the couch with me was Lorcan.
“Great. Then there’s no reason for me to stick around. Nice to meet you and everything. If you’ll just hand over my stuff, I’ll be on my way.”
“To where?” asked Patrick. He folded his arms across his broad chest and smiled in a not-very-reassuring way.
“Away from here,” I said decisively. “Wherever here is.”
“You’re being evasive,” he accused.
“So are you.”
“In what way?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Do you feel well enough to go on a little walk?” asked Lorcan.
I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of walk?”
He held up his hands in a surrender gesture. “Just
Wait a minute. What? Building a cozy spot inside a fire was bad . Still, the flames were mesmerizing. Their heat, their dancing, their song.
Sheesh. I must’ve really hit my head hard. I lay back down and closed my eyes again. I took deep breaths, trying to find a calm spot in my roiling thoughts.
“Is she awake yet?” asked an Irish-tinged voice.
My eyes flew open. I was startled to see two men with shoulder-length black hair, mercury gazes, and the same faces leaning over me. Their expressions of curiosity were the same, too. Strangest of all was the pulsing color around them. One was outlined in blue, and the other in purple.
“Uh . . . hello,” I said. I stared at the pulsing color. I knew about auras, of course. But these were solid, unchanging. And they smelled sweetly fetid, like dying roses.
“You feelin’ all right?” asked the one on the left.
Are you kidding? I attempted a smile. “My head feels like a wet sandbag.”
Questions crowded my mind and at the forefront: Where were my parents?
Had we really stumbled upon a town full of paranormal beings? What had that dragon girl done to me? And what the hell had happened to Ralph?
“My name is Patrick.” He was the one on the left.
The guy on the right said, “I’m Lorcan.”
“I’m Libby.”
We all looked each other over for a few seconds. Then Lorcan grasped my hands and helped me to sit up.
Bad idea.
I swayed too far to the left. Patrick grabbed my shoulders and righted me. My stomach gurgled.
“I feel like I’m gonna yark.”
Alarm flashed in his eyes. His gaze skidded to his brother, who had the same expression. I would’ve laughed except that I really did feel like vomiting. Yech.
I put my head between my knees and inhaled.
When my stomach settled, I slowly raised my head. Deep breaths, Libby. Really deep breaths. “How did I get here?”
“We found you at the cemetery,” said Patrick. Or was it Lorcan? “Our doctor examined you, and said you had no major injuries and would be fine.”
Then why didn’t I feel fine? And what was with my sudden ability to see auras?
“What about Ralph?” I asked. “Is he okay? He sorta looked like he was on fire. But I was passing out at the time so I could be wrong.”
“He’s getting checked out now,” said the man nearest me. “Was there anyone else?”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to give away more information than necessary, especially to people who had yet to make clear their intentions. I decided not to mention my parents.
“There was a zombie. And an injured vampire.” I made diving motions with my hands. “They were flattened by a couple of dueling dragons.”
God, that sounded sooooo insane, but these two didn’t blink.
“The woman who died,” I continued. “She was a dragon.”
“We didn’t find a woman. Or a dragon,” said the twin on the left. How had I already gotten them confused? An ache throbbed behind my eyes. At least my body no longer felt like someone was taking a cheese grater to it.
“Don’t worry, Libby. We’ll figure things out.” The reassurance came from . . . Lorcan. Yeah. I was fairly sure the one sitting on the couch with me was Lorcan.
“Great. Then there’s no reason for me to stick around. Nice to meet you and everything. If you’ll just hand over my stuff, I’ll be on my way.”
“To where?” asked Patrick. He folded his arms across his broad chest and smiled in a not-very-reassuring way.
“Away from here,” I said decisively. “Wherever here is.”
“You’re being evasive,” he accused.
“So are you.”
“In what way?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Do you feel well enough to go on a little walk?” asked Lorcan.
I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of walk?”
He held up his hands in a surrender gesture. “Just
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