Page 13 of Sass Me

“Dragon shifter.” Fleur answered.

The EMT raised his eyebrows, but then nodded. “Okay, we got this. Move aside.”

Fleur gripped her pendant, Steele’s crystal in her hand too, and breathed a sigh, not exactly of relief, because Steele wasn’t out of danger, not in the least. But, maybe it wasn’t completely hopeless now.

With her breath, a green wisp flowed out of her mouth and drifted over Steele’s body.

Whoa. She hadn’t even eaten garlic or onions or anything.

The EMTs raised their hands, not willing to touch this new unknown. One of them glanced at her and shined his pen light at her mouth. “What are you?”

She pulled her lips in and closed her mouth tight. Great, even the medically trained guys thought she was a weirdo. But, right now, who cared, if her unknown level of weirdness helped Steele, she’d take it.

The green breath swirled around Steele’s body and seeped into him. It gathered at his chest and the light intensified.

Jordan knelt beside her, glancing back and forth between Fleur, the EMTs, Aric, and the green swirls. “What did you do, Fleur?”

Jordan grabbed her hand and the squeezed.

Fleur welcomed the support her friend gave. “I don’t know.”

“It’s dragon’s breath.” Dax’s voice sounded awed. He stared at Fleur too, studying her.

She covered her mouth, the crystal dangling from her fingers. Okay, this was getting embarrassing. “I swear, I brushed my teeth.”

The light swirls seeped into the wounds, closing them before everyone’s eyes. The color that had been slowly fading from him shot back up his neck and face.

“Steele?” She reached out, touching his chest with her hand, pressing his crystal to his chest.

He sat straight up and sucked in a deep ragged breath, gasping. Steele smacked his hand over hers and the crystal, holding both tight to his chest.

Both power and joy streamed through her body. He was alive, and so was she. Her senses were flying high. Little wildflowers popped up through the cracks in the sidewalk around them.

The tattoo of the dragon flickered across his skin, scales rippled up his neck and his eyes changed from dark round pupils to elongated with a deep green glow in his irises.

He looked at Fleur and growled. “Mate?”

Uh, no. His fist only tightened around hers. The heat flowing back and forth between them, where they touched, was scorching, but in a good way.

Dax grabbed Steele’s shoulder. “Dude, I thought you were dead.”

“I think I was.”

“We’d still like to take you to the hospital and check you out.” An EMT pointed to the back of their ambulance.

Steele stood, pulling Fleur up with him. “I’m fine now, but thank you. A shift and some sleep and I’ll be good as new.”

“Steele,” Fleur tried to pull her hand away, “I think you should go with the EMTs. You were almost killed.”

“Yes, my little flower, but you saved me. I’m here because of you.”

Jordan, stood and smiled, looking back and forth between Fleur and Steele. “Well, that’s got to be the first case of resuscitation by bad breath.”

Emma giggled and nodded. “Fleur, girl, you might not be a shifter, but, you’ve got some kickass powers at your disposal. That was some next level Wicked Witch of the West stuff you did with those trees. Maybe we should start calling you Elphaba.”

Barbara touched Fleur’s free arm and gave her a little squeeze, grinning at her like she knew something Fleur didn’t. “There seems to be more to our Fleur than any of us knew.”

Yeah, including Fleur herself.

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