Shattered
By Mari Mancusi
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A Girl at the End of the World.
Two Brothers Fighting For Opposite Sides.
And a Dragon Who Can Save Them All...
Or Set the World on Fire.
Trinity's world changed forever the day she stole Emmy's egg. Now she's on the run with the last living dragon and twin brothers from a war-torn future. Connor may have betrayed his mission to kill Emmy, but he'll do whatever it takes to prevent the coming dragon apocalypse. Coddling a temperamental dragon on its away to being the size of a house is no way to keep them safe. But Caleb can't stand to see Emmy trapped and miserable...
When a video of Emmy flying over the skies of West Texas goes viral, the government closes in—and the future they've risked everything for is about to go up in flames.
Mari Mancusi
Mari Mancusi always wanted a dragon as a pet. Unfortunately the fire insurance premiums proved a bit too large and her house a bit too small—so she chose to write about them instead. Today she works as an award-winning young adult author and freelance television producer, for which she has won two Emmys. When not writing, Mari enjoys goth clubbing, cosplay, watching cheesy (and scary) horror movies, and her favorite guilty pleasure—videogames. A graduate of Boston University, she lives in Austin, Texas with her husband and young daughter.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I got a copy of this book to review through NetGalley. This is the second book in the Scorched trilogy. I haven’t heard any news on when the third book will release. I actually ended up liking this book even more than Scorched. The story took some excellent twists and really made this a refreshing YA read.Trinity, Connor, and Caleb along with the dragon Emmy are still in hiding and running from place to place. They are all struggling. Emmy is unhappy with being forced to hide, but when she is exposed to other humans things get much worse. Now Trinity, Connor, and Caleb have to come up with a longer term plan. Surprisingly help comes from someone in Trinity’s past.This was a well done continuation of this series. There is a lot of action and a lot of running from place to place. Social media plays a large role in the story, as videos of Emmy are captured and broadcast widespread very quickly. We hear from a number of different viewpoints throughout the story and that format works really well in this book.Some new characters are introduced into the series and they added a lot to the story. The new character with the largest role is Scarlet, she is the one who gets the initial video footage of Emmy. Scarlet has had a rough life and sees Emmy as a way out. Scarlet is in the story a ton and I really liked her character.I was concerned about the whole Trinity, Connor, Caleb setup. However Mancusi actually makes fun of the love triangle scenario in the story and breaks away from this traditional YA plot device quickly. Love triangles are something I really dislike in YA books, so I was glad to see Mancusi take the story in a new direction. After all why should the heroine be dependent on any of these boys to get done what needs to be done? We get to spend a lot more time with Emmy in this book and I really enjoyed that as well. There were a lot of twists and turns and surprises in the story too. There is more about time travel as well and we learn where the Dracken got their beginnings. The writing is well done and flows well, making the book engaging and easy to read. I am so curious to see how everything plays out in the next book, so far the story has been completely unpredictable. Overall I actually liked this book quite a bit more than Scorched and I am definitely going to keep reading this series. I enjoy the creative storyline and how Trinity makes mature choices throughout. I would recommend this book to those who like dragons and like reading sci-fi/fantasy. There was a lot here to like and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
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Copyright © 2014 by Marianne Mancusi Beach
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Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Part 1: Crack
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Part 2: Splinter
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Part 3: Fracture
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Part 4: Fissure
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Part 5: Crevice
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Part 6: Shatter
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
An Excerpt from Smoked
Chapter One
About the Author
Back Cover
To my brother Michael who, growing up, shared my love for fantasy worlds and fantastical creatures. Who knew all that imaginary sword fighting in the backyard and hours of playing Dungeons and Dragons would serve as early training for my future career? I only hope that Nina and Avalon can someday continue the tradition.
PART 1:
CRACK
Chapter One
The monster was back.
Somehow Scarlet could always tell. As if she had a sixth sense, warning her when he was near. A hint of smoke, tickling her nostrils, a low growl echoing in her ears. An uneasiness prickling at the back of her neck as her pulse throbbed in her throat—her consciousness gearing up for the inevitable fight or flight that was sure to come.
Should she face him this time? Or was it better to run?
With the monster, it was usually better to run.
Her pace slowed. Her arm extended, effectively blocking her mother’s path up the steps and into the run-down singlewide they’d shared for the last sixteen years. It wasn’t much of a home. But it was theirs—at least until the monster had made it his.
Wait,
she said.
Her mother shot her a questioning glance, the glow of her lit cigarette illuminating her lined face. Scarlet sighed. Her mother never could sense the monster’s presence. Even if she could, it would have made no difference. She’d still open the door. She’d still walk inside. She never ran from the monster—even when she should have.
Under the moonlight, Scarlet could just catch the smudge under her mother’s left eye, black with traces of purple and yellow fading out into copper skin. The mark of the beast.
We should go,
she told her. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a handful of crunched up bills, tips from the lunch crowd. I have enough for a motel. We can stay there tonight. Maybe he’ll get bored and leave.
Her mother’s eyes narrowed. Her gaze flickered from her daughter to the trailer’s rusted-out front door then back again. Her thin lips, cracked from years of smoking, dipped to a frown.
No way,
she said, shaking her head vehemently. "This is my house. He’s not going to scare us away."
Scarlet opened her mouth to protest, not sure what she’d say. That she was already scared? That if her mother had a lick of common sense she’d be scared too? It made no difference—her mother was already pushing past her, marching up the front steps and yanking open the screen door. As Scarlet watched, her feet glued to the pavement, the door slammed shut with a loud crash.
It was done.
For a moment, Scarlet wondered if she should run—far away from the trailer and the monster inside. But where could she go? And even if there was somewhere—how could she leave her mother behind? Her brother’s words echoed maddeningly through her head, as they always did in moments like these.
Promise me, Scarlet. Promise me you’ll look after Mom.
She forced her feet into submission, one after the other, up the front steps, her hand wrapping around the door handle and prying it open. Trying to still her ragged breath. Trying to quell the fear tripping down her spine.
I will, Mac. I promise I will.
The trailer was dark, only the flickering blue glow of the television set serving to light the cramped space. The monster had made himself at home, as he always did, sprawled out on the stained and ripped La-Z-Boy, a half-drunk bottle of whiskey propped next to an overflowing ashtray by his side. He wore no shirt and his bulbous gut hung over his filthy jeans. His eyes had a glazed look to them, a look that filled Scarlet with dread.
Her mother didn’t seem to notice. She put her hands on her hips, staring him down. What the hell are you doing here?
she demanded, her voice cracking at the edges, betraying her unease. I thought I told you to leave last night.
The monster looked up lazily. I did leave,
he said in a slurred voice.
And now you’re just back? No apology? No nothing?
Mom,
Scarlet tried, putting a hand on her arm as she glanced nervously at the monster. "Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. We can watch our Downton Abbey DVDs. I’ll make popcorn."
No!
Her mother wrenched her arm away with a force that almost sent Scarlet sprawling. I’m not leaving. Not without my apology.
She turned back to the monster. You can’t just waltz back in here like nothing happened and think I’ll just forgive and forget, no big deal.
Scarlet stood there helplessly as her mother attempted to meet the monster’s eyes. When he dodged her gaze, Mom stepped in front of the television, arms crossed over her chest, purposely blocking his view. For a split second, Scarlet could almost see the reflection of her ancestors—the proud Zuni tribe that had once driven Spanish conquistadors from New Mexico—reflected in her mother’s angry black eyes.
But it was gone as soon as it came, forcing Scarlet to face reality once again. Her mother was no fierce tribal warrior of old, ready to defend her land and property, but merely a shell of a woman who had downed too many rum and cokes at dinner. Liquid courage,
she had called it. More like liquid stupidity.
The monster sighed deeply. Will you please get the hell out of the way?
he asked, trying to look around her. I’ve got money on this game. Your fat ass is blocking the set.
Scarlet’s mother’s face turned purple. In one fluid movement, she turned, grabbing the television set and throwing it out the sliding glass door behind her. The closed sliding glass door. Scarlet gasped as the box crashed through the windowpane and smashed onto the back porch in a cloud of sparks and smoke and broken glass.
Oh crap.
For a moment, the monster just stared out the window in stunned disbelief. Then he rose to his feet and started toward her mother. She stared back at him defiantly, as if daring him to do his worst. The look on his face told Scarlet he didn’t need a double dare.
No!
She threw herself in his path, a vain attempt to shield her mom from what was coming. The monster tried to shove her aside, but she stood her ground, throwing her full weight against him. He staggered, the alcohol and whatever else he was on slowing his reflexes enough to give her a slight advantage. She’d take it.
Don’t you touch her!
Her hands shot out, shoving him as hard as she could. He flailed, losing his footing, and for a brief moment she thought she had him. But then his hands latched on to her arms, his ragged fingernails digging into her skin. Together they tumbled, following the trajectory of the television set through the broken glass window and onto the porch outside. Scarlet screamed as heat slashed at her arm and her ankle wrenched violently.
Scarlet!
she could dimly hear her mother scream from back inside the trailer. Bob? Are you okay?
The monster was already on his feet. Psychos!
he growled. The two of you are goddamned psychos!
He stormed back into the house through the broken window, glass crunching loudly under his boots. A moment later, Scarlet heard the bedroom door slam, and her mother came running around the side of the trailer.
Oh God, sweetie, are you okay?
she whispered, her eyes wide and frightened.
But Scarlet wasn’t frightened anymore. She was pissed. She rose to her feet. I’m fine. Mom, you have to call the cops. Now.
Her mother’s face paled. No,
she said, shaking her head. I can’t.
Why not? You kicked him out. He’s trespassing.
He’s on the lease, Scarlet. He has every right to be here if he wants to be.
Not if you get a restraining order.
Her mother was silent for a moment. Do you remember what happened the last time I tried to do that?
Unfortunately, Scarlet did. All too well.
Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him.
Mom, no!
Scarlet, I need you to go down to Maddie’s, okay? Stay there until I call you.
I’m not leaving you.
Scarlet, you hanging around is only going to make things worse. I can handle him, okay? Just go to Maddie’s and wait for me to call.
With that, her mother turned, heading back around the house and through the front door. Scarlet watched her go, fury warring with helplessness. Half of her wanted to storm into the trailer and face the monster head on. But the other, wiser half knew it wouldn’t do any good. It would only put her mother in more danger.
And the monster always won in the end.
A heaviness sank to her stomach as she forced herself to turn, to limp through the trailer park on her sore ankle. As she made her way down the street, she could feel the cold, curious stares of her neighbors, hidden behind closed shades and closed doors. In a normal neighborhood, someone probably would have called the cops for her. Here, they all had too many secrets of their own.
She passed the trailer of her old babysitter, Maddie, which sat on the outskirts of the park. The lights were out; Maddie was likely asleep and Scarlet didn’t want to wake her, didn’t want to drag her into yet another mess—didn’t want to see the pity she’d knew she’d find in her eyes.
Instead, she dove into the woods, dodging the thick underbrush and gnarled cedar trees until she came to a familiar clearing. Dropping to her knees, she pushed back the overhanging brush and crawled into the small cave behind the concealing foliage. She and Mac had found this secret hideout back when they were children and it had served as their official pirate base camp ever since.
Mac. She sighed deeply, lighting the candles she’d stashed in the corner. If only Mac were here now. He’d know what to do.
But he’d left her all alone.
She felt a sharp twinge and looked down at her arm, annoyed to realize it was still bleeding. Bleeding quite hard, in fact—the glass must have cut deep. A little scared, she yanked off her sweater, wrapping it around her arm to put pressure on the wound. But the blood soaked through almost instantly and her stomach roiled with nausea.
Did she need stitches? Should she go to the hospital? Of course, they couldn’t afford a trip to the hospital. And even if they could, the hospital would ask questions. Questions she couldn’t answer—not without putting Mom at more risk.
Anger rose inside her. Helpless, all-encompassing anger. At her mom. At herself. At the monster and her damn, traitorous arm. Stop bleeding!
she cried furiously at the cut. Just stop it!
Dizziness washed over her and she wove and spun, grabbing on to the cave wall for support. This was not good. This was so not good. She closed her eyes, attempting to reset her sanity.
Help me,
she whispered in a voice so weak no one could possibly hear. Please…help me.
Screech!
Her eyes shot open, a sudden sound ripping through her ears. Followed by a loud thud—something huge and heavy coming in for a crash landing just outside the cave. Scarlet froze.
What the hell was that?
Her first thought was of the monster, that he’d found her somehow—that he’d come for round two. But that was ridiculous. He was too drunk, too lazy to expend the energy to come after her. Besides, he had no idea where she was.
But…something was out there. She forced herself to sit perfectly still, her ears straining. Some kind of animal perhaps? Drawn to the scent of her blood? There were lots of things living in the Texas Hill Country. Coyotes, mountain lions—even some bears.
Frightened, she inched further into the shadows, until her back pressed against the cave’s posterior wall, praying that whatever it was would go away. That it wouldn’t find her. That it wouldn’t—
The foliage rippled at the cave’s entrance, parting like the Red Sea. Scarlet’s eyes bulged. Her jaw dropped. An involuntary squeak escaped her lips as her eyes fell upon the dark silhouette framed by the mouth of the cave.
It wasn’t a coyote. It wasn’t a mountain lion. It wasn’t a bear.
It was a monster. A true monster, her crazed mind corrected. Not the human kind she was used to dealing with—but an honest to goodness beast ripped from the pages of a Stephen King novel. Thick scales, slavering jaws, leathery wings.
Oh God,
she whispered. Oh my God.
Whimpering, she tried to back away then remembered she was already as far back as she could go. What had once been her safe haven had been transformed into a prison cell.
Or a dining room, depending on your perspective.
The monster stepped closer. Scarlet’s heart was now in her throat. Please don’t hurt me,
she found herself begging. As if it could speak English. As if it could possibly understand her desperate pleas. But what else could she do?
It would kill her. Devour her. Leave nothing behind.
Leave her mother all alone.
Oh, Mom,
she whispered. I’m so sorry.
The monster loomed above her, now only inches away, its heavy jaws creaking open with a long, loud hiss, revealing a cavern of razor teeth and a massive black tongue. Terrified, Scarlet squeezed her eyes shut, numbly mumbling what she could remember of the Lord’s Prayer as she prepared for the pain of being eaten alive.
But it didn’t come.
In fact, instead of pain, strange warmth seemed to wrap itself around her, as if enveloping her in a hug. At the same time, the sharp sting in her arm ebbed to a dull ache.
What was going on? Was she dead already? If so, the whole being eaten alive
thing was certainly quicker than she’d expected. Not to mention a lot less painful.
She opened her eyes, half expecting to be floating through the air, looking down on her lifeless body like always seemed to happen on TV. But no. She was still on the ground, still in her own skin. She looked down at her arm, surprised and disturbed to find it dripping with a strange, black, oil-like substance. As she watched, dumbstruck, the oil seemed to seep into her skin, dissolving into her flesh. A moment later, it had completely disappeared, leaving no wound behind.
Not a scab. Not a scar. Just unblemished skin, as if there had never been a wound at all.
Scarlet looked up in disbelief, meeting the monster’s eyes with her own. Blue eyes, she realized suddenly. The monster has blue eyes. And the source of the oil? It was dripping from a quarter-sized rip in one of the creature’s scales.
Did you…?
she whispered, desperately trying to put two and two together. She wasn’t sure whether to be fascinated or horrified—or maybe a little of both. Did you…heal me? With your blood?
It sounded insane, even as she was saying it out loud, but what other explanation could there be?
The creature didn’t answer, of course, though the corners of its mouth seemed to lift, as if in a crooked smile. Then it turned, loping through the underbrush and disappearing from view.
For a moment, Scarlet just sat there, frozen, too astounded to move. Then a wild idea struck her and she sprang into action, fumbling for her phone, her fingers trembling so wildly she could barely load up the video app. It took even more effort to hit record on the screen.
She scrambled out of her hideaway as fast as she could, spotting the creature now standing at the edge of the clearing, unfurling the most beautiful wings she’d ever seen, bright and shining in the moonlight—as if covered with actual emeralds.
As Scarlet held her breath, overwhelmed by the majesty of it all, the creature lifted its snout to the skies, effortlessly rising into the air and disappearing into the night. Scarlet watched it go, unable to speak. Unable to even move. Then she found herself running toward the spot it had stood, searching for some sign she hadn’t imagined everything.
But the monster was gone, leaving only trampled undergrowth behind.
Except…Scarlet looked down at her hands, still gripping the phone with white-knuckled fingers. Somehow she managed to press stop then load up the video. She was half-convinced there would be nothing on the recording, that the creature was some kind of ghost—or a magical being that couldn’t be captured by human photography.
But to her surprise, the video was intact, the creature’s image imprisoned on the screen. And as Scarlet watched the playback with growing awe, observing its breathtaking beauty, its impossible grace, she realized she could no longer call this a monster at all.
No. This, this was a dragon.
Chapter Two
ROAR!
Trinity spun on a dime, her eyes locking on to the dragon hovering in the smoky sky above. It was huge and black with dull, soulless eyes, massive wings, and a spiky tail. A guttural hiss wound up its throat as its mouth creaked open, revealing a chasm of spiky teeth framing a molten core—aimed directly at her.
Oh hell no.
She dove to the side, somersaulting out of the line of fire. The street behind her exploded in flames, the tar bubbling in protest before melting into black sludge. The sudden heat drenched her body in sweat, her clothes now clinging as if she were in a wet T-shirt contest.
Instead of a girl at the end of the world.
Sucking in a breath, she dared to look back at the dragon. It had landed a few yards away, its fire extinguished, its jaws clamped shut. Summoning more heat for round two?
She wasn’t about to stick around to find out.
She took off, lungs burning in protest as they vainly attempted to take in air thick with black smoke. The screams of those still able to scream rang through her head while the smell of roasting flesh tormented her nose. High above, menacing black shadows danced through the skies, all but eclipsing the sun.
There were so many. They were surrounded. They were doomed.
They were all doomed.
Yet still she ran, forcing her feet to pound the pavement, one after another. She didn’t know why she bothered—why any of them bothered. Some kind of inane instinct for self-preservation, perhaps? Stupid. Pointless. But she kept running anyway.
Diving into a nearby alley, she tried each and every door, desperately seeking shelter from the terror in the skies. But it was no use; they were all closed; they were all locked. And she could feel the eyes of those behind the doors and windows looking down on her without a scrap of pity.
Here in the Scorch, it was everyone for themselves.
Finally the alleyway dead-ended at a solid brick wall too high to climb. As she stared up at it, dismay washing over her, a shadow crossed her vision. Slowly, she turned around, willing herself not to stumble as she prepared to stare death in the face.
The dragon before her was ruby red. As big as a house. Observing her with eager eyes as its tail lapped lazily from side to side behind it. As they faced off, a small, sadistic smile seemed to play at the corners of the creature’s mouth—as if daring her to even try to escape.
But she couldn’t. There was no place to run. No place to hide.
And, in the end, even the Fire Kissed would burn.
• • •
Trinity, wake up, wake up!
Trinity struggled, gasping for air, as rough arms shook her awake. She looked up, wild-eyed, unable to focus her gaze—still seeing the shadows of the deadly dragon wavering in her mind’s eye. It took her a moment to realize it was her grandpa leaning over her now, an anxious expression on his weathered face. She collapsed back onto her bed, her long, black hair fanning out around her as she sucked in a much-needed breath.
Another bad one, huh?
Grandpa asked sympathetically, grabbing a hand towel from the side of the bed and using it to mop her sweaty brow.
She grimaced, nodding, as she tried to steady her still-racing pulse. The pounding in her head was slowly fading, but the nightmarish visuals didn’t seem as eager to leave. She glanced over at the travel alarm clock on her bedside table. Almost midnight.
She realized her grandpa was still looking at her worriedly. Just like all the others,
she confessed. The world on fire. Dragons swooping down from the skies. People being burned alive.
She shuddered, still hearing the screams echoing through her head, still smelling the revolting odor of charred flesh. I mean, yeah, I know it’s only a dream. But when I’m in the middle of it, it all feels so real.
Her mind flashed back to the locked doors, the suspicious eyes, the alleyway dead-ending—leaving her nowhere to go. The dragon staring her down, as if daring her to make a move.
"But it’s not real, Grandpa reminded her in a firm voice.
Well, not anymore, anyway, thanks to you." He gave her a proud, grandfatherly look, as if she’d achieved a perfect score on her SATs or something.
Instead of having saved the world from a dragon apocalypse, as the case might be.
She groaned. Sometimes it was hard to believe it had only been three months since this whole thing had started. Back then she’d been a normal teenage girl, living in a dusty, West Texas town where nothing much happened. At the time, her biggest worry had been her grandfather’s shaky financial situation and the risk of social services throwing her back into foster care—which, of course, were totally legit concerns.
But they were nothing compared to what she’d been forced to face since, after the fateful day her grandfather brought home the world’s last dragon egg. After their lives had been turned upside down and after Trinity had learned her true destiny.
My little Fire Kissed,
Grandpa said affectionately. The girl who saved the world.
She rolled her eyes. Well, I did have a little help, you know.
Speaking of…she involuntarily glanced at the door, wondering if she’d woken Caleb or Connor with her screaming. The house they were currently squatting in wasn’t all that large, and while Caleb usually managed to sleep like the dead, his twin, the soldier in the family, preferred to rest with one eye open. And though Connor never spoke of it aloud, she knew he had nightmares too. She heard him sometimes, thrashing in bed and moaning loudly. It wasn’t surprising, she supposed. After all, while she was only conjuring up this post-dragon apocalyptic future in her own mind, it had once been his everyday reality.
Time travel, dragons, saving the world…it would give anyone bad dreams.
Yes, well, I suppose every true heroine needs her sidekicks,
Grandpa admitted grudgingly, ruffling her hair. But the bottom line remains the same. You, my dear, changed our future. You kept the dragon out of the government’s hands; you stopped the apocalypse. And now you can rest easy, knowing the world is safe.
He set down the cloth and reached over to her bedside table, his slightly shaky hands winding up the small golden music box sitting on top of it. As he opened the lid, the tinkling sounds of Mozart began to fill the room and the little princess inside twirled merrily, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Trinity couldn’t help a small smile. Grandpa knew her mother’s music box always made her feel better. No matter what happened in life, no matter how chaotic things seemed, it was comforting to know that the princess would always be there for her, ready to dance away her troubles.
Oh, Mom, I hope you’ve found the same kind of peace.
Grandpa leaned down, pressing his papery lips to her forehead, then rose to his feet, giving her a small smile before heading back to his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. She watched him go then shifted her gaze to the ceiling, his words echoing through her mind as the music slowed with the clockwork.
You can rest easy, knowing the world is safe.
She shook her head. At the moment, things felt anything but safe. They were still on the run, still fugitives from the law, still considered dangerous terrorists by Homeland Security—and most importantly, still harboring a hungry, hungry dragon that was getting bigger and hungrier every day.
It was really no wonder she couldn’t sleep.
Giving up, she slipped out of bed, sliding her feet into a pair of worn slippers before padding out of the barren space currently serving as her bedroom. There had been so many bedrooms over the last three months she didn’t even bother to decorate anymore. None could compete, anyway, with her real bedroom back in Old Oak Grove, its walls plastered with posters from her favorite video game, Fields of Fantasy. Unfortunately, video games were another thing of the past, with real life eclipsing any possible excitement virtual reality could hold.
As she tiptoed down the stairs, by habit she reached out for the light switch, only to be reminded there was no electricity in their latest squat—a small, Hill Country ranch house, a hundred or so miles from her hometown. Though she missed having electricity as much as any sixteen-year-old would, she knew she really couldn’t complain. This was, by far, the best place they’d come across to hide in during their time on the run. Unlike some of the past places, here everyone had their own bedrooms and Emberlyn was cozy and comfortable, sleeping in the adjacent barn.
Emberlyn. Emmy. She sighed deeply. What were they going to do about Emmy?
She thought back to the day of the dragon’s hatching. When the future still seemed promising and bright. The Dracken had promised to help her, to usher in a new race of dragons that would bring about a future filled with prosperity and health. Dragons had the power to heal people, they said, to sniff out natural resources, to divine water in the desert. They were going to save mankind.
It was only later that she learned that the Dracken hadn’t come back from the future to save the world but to destroy it in some kind of sick Noah’s Ark 2.0, using dragon fire instead of a flood. They’d barely escaped with their lives—and now she was stuck with a dragon and no idea what to do with her.
Not that she didn’t love the little—or not so little—dragon with all her heart. She was Emmy’s Fire Kissed. Her guardian and protector. Bonded together and sharing a common life force. Though Emmy had only been in her life for three short months, Trinity couldn’t imagine a world without her.
If only she would stop growing!
It had been easy to pledge to take care of a dragon the size of a small Chihuahua. But now Emmy was more like a fat Labrador, going on Great Dane. Connor and Caleb spoke of dragons as big as houses back in their time. How on earth were they going to hide her when she grew to full height?
Not to mention feed her. Thank goodness Grandpa was an experienced hunter and was able to provide daily deer to fill her stomach, supplemented by whatever road kill Caleb or Connor could collect. But the herds were thinning, and several days this week, they’d all come home empty-handed. Which meant soon they’d be forced to move again, to find another abandoned house or farm or ranch to hide the world’s last dragon in.
She shook her head. Rest easy? Yeah, right.
She reached into the kitchen cabinets after lighting the lantern, pulling out a box of cereal. No refrigeration meant no milk, but it was better than nothing. And maybe the carbs would at least make her—
Ow!
She jerked as, out of nowhere, a throbbing pain snaked up her arm.
What the hell?
It came again. A fierce sting, nearly taking her breath away. Hands shaking, she managed to yank up her sleeve, forcing herself to look down, a bit terrified as to what she’d find. Texas had its share of creepy crawlies, and being on the run meant no ER visit if a lonely scorpion or spider had decided to use her for target practice.