Page 71 of Rescued By The Dragon

Zerk sat his tea on the small table beside him. “Then why do we need a blood test?”

“Amara had something happen last night that we can’t explain. She ... floated—,”

“—flew,” she corrected.

I tossed her a sideway eye. “Floated in the shower.”

“Floating? Aren’t you human?”

“As far as I know,” Amara said. “My parents died when I was young, so I don’t know much about them other than they were human. My stepmother raised me.”

Zerk’s face contorted into concentration, and he nibbled on the side of his lip. “Interesting, Amara. Have you asked your stepmother?”

“We’re not on speaking terms.”

“Noted,” Zerk abruptly stood up without the use of his cane and began pacing the room. “It could be elven blood. Elves have unique powers to them, but I doubt you would have gone this long without knowing about it. Fairy maybe, but no wings, I presume?”

Amara shook her head, almost dishearteningly. “No wings.”

“Okay then. Let’s see what we can find out. Come with me.”

He turned on his heel and left us in the dust to storm down his hallway. I wasn't allowed to go in the room at the end of the long hall without an adult growing up. The remedies he uses to perform his healing, and dare I say magic, didn’t need to fall into the wrong hands.

The small twin-size bed reminded me of a nurse’s station. The rest of the room looked like something plucked out of a doctor’s office. When you hear witch doctor, you think of a cauldron, not a sterile room with needles and cleaning wipes.

“Have a seat over there,” he said, pointing at the bed.

He rummaged around in his cabinets, pulling out a mortar and pestle. Amara watched with wide eyes while he took down a clear container full of some kind of leaf, and a needle from a drawer.

Amara’s spine stiffened at the sight of the needle.

I quirked an eyebrow. “Are you afraid of needles, Amara?”

She shifted on the bed, her fingers tightened around her knees. “They aren’t my favorite.”

Stepping over, I grabbed her hand. “Let it out, Girl.”

Zerk grabbed Amara’s right hand and pricked her finger while grabbing the mortar and dipping several drops of blood into the bowl of herbs.

Amara watched as he placed a cotton ball and bandage onto her finger, and took the bowl over toward his counter. He stirred something into it and finally turned around to look at us.

“Okay. It should take about 24 hours, and I’ll have the results.”

“What?” Amara asked. “I have to go home and wait 24 hours to know why I’m flying. What happened to instant results?”

Zerk rolled his eyes. “This generation has no patience. Insta-love. Instant this. Instant that.”

Amara pursed her lips. “Touché,” she said, getting off the bed. “Please call me as soon as you find out.”

“You’ve gone this long without knowing. 24 hours won’t kill you.”

“I don’t know,” I said, guiding Amara down the hallway. “If she starts floating or shooting laser beams out of her eyes there may be some casualties.”

“There is a padded room down at the jail—,”

“You guys are hilarious,” Amara said. “You both know what you are. Dragons. I’m flying—,”

“—floating.”

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