Page 19 of Second Shooter

Win nodded and chuckled. “Sensible. Whoa.”

The men turned into dragons and began to exhale all over Miss Norelic.

Cori touched her arm. “If he can help, let him help.”

Nodding, Win dropped to her knees. “Please do what you can.”

Erik nodded and pursed his lips, blowing slowly over her face and hair. The touch was cooling and not the searing pain she remembered when healing was attempted. When he was certain she wasn’t in pain, he sprouted wings, and a slow wave of magic spilled across her, dissolving the blood and soothing the torn skin.

There were gasps and sobs as her clothing dissolved; she was naked with ridges of skin, and he continued to set the damaged skin on fire.

The fire changed pitch, and she looked around. Miss Norelic was sitting up and holding her head. Win was now the sole focus of the dragon fire.

It was invasive, but the dragons seemed concerned rather than perverse. Erik was the only one in his human form, even with wings.

It took five more minutes, but she finally stood up and had skin with no ridges or marks of violence on it. She was also butt-ass naked.

Lyric looked at her and grinned. “Wow. You are. Wow.”

“The word is naked.”

There was a polite ripple of laughter in the crowd. A man with a bronze complexion and midnight hair stepped forward. “I’m Yemeen. I brought you this. It should fit.”

Win smiled. “Thank you.” She slipped the dress on and wrapped the wide sash at the waist, drawing it tight. She missed being able to use her waist, but it had hosted a lot of teeth and claw scars. “You look surprised. Did I put it on right?”

Yemeen nodded. “Yes. You just look very familiar.”

Feng had resumed his human form. “Yes. What is your other form?”

“The dress is going to get all baggy, but...” She shrank and put her black hair and dark hazel eyes on.

Feng covered his mouth and stared. “Who are your parents?”

“Dunno. Some Elite and their victim. I was surrendered in Durelian City.” She resumed her omega height. “I was adopted.”

Cori nodded. “Me, too. Different city. Same scenario.”

“This is my little sister, Cori.”

Cori’s clothing was free of blood, probably curtesy of the dragons.

Win looked to the driver, who was wobbling to her feet with her shredded clothing hanging off her. Win looked to Yemeen. “Do you have an extra dress with you?”

He smiled and lifted a black outfit. “I do. You ladies are a tricky fit.”

She nodded her thanks and brought up a wall of mist to get the woman changed. “I am sorry that this has happened, but you are healed, and we are going to get you dressed. If you take off the damaged clothing, it will be easier. What is your name, aside from Miss Norelic?”

She pulled her clothing off in the little column of clear that was her and Win. “My name is Juno. Juno May Norelic.”

Win smiled. “A good name. I am Win. I am Cori’s oldest sister.”

“I have heard her talking about you on the bus. She’s very proud.”

“I know. I am proud of her, too. I am sorry this happened.”

“I have always known that the Elite would try and take possession when they found me, but I had no idea it would be an attack.”

“Elite omegas are powerful, and they want that power, and it makes them crazy.” She finished putting the dress on the woman. “There. All decent but still barefoot.”

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