Page 71 of Chase Me

“First off, he does and you will be miserable for the rest of your life if you don't go find that out. But if for some reason he's as relationship stupid as you are and things don't work out, you need to know you’re fucking fabulous and you will find a new hottie. I can't guarantee he'll be a dragon, but I know a couple of drag queens.”

Fucking fabulous? Was she? Maybe. But she could work on that. “What about Willingham Weddings?”

“You mean what about your mom. That woman needs to get laid worse than anyone I know. A little lickety on her split and she wouldn't be half so cranky all the time.”

“Ew.” But maybe he was right. Ciara hadn't seen her mother in a serious relationship in twenty years.

“I'd work on that for her, but I don't know any men who like twatwaffles.”

Wes had to grab the rest of the napkins and pat up the wine Ciara spewed all over him.

“Sorry about that.” She handed him one more napkin for his hair. “If I leave, you'll get stuck with all of my high maintenance accounts.”

“I'll be fine. I've already moved up to a level six bridezilla slayer. Besides, it's all practice for when I start getting us the gay weddings. You haven't seen a bridezilla until you've met the Queen marrying his queen.”

Was she really going to do this? She couldn't. She had to. She really was going to throw up.

“Uh, Ciara. I know you said your dragon was super sexy. But that guy looks more like Steve Buscemi as a snake.”Wesley's eyes went as wide as the windows.

Oh no. Ciara slowly turned to see what had scared Wesley. Standing on her small porch was a demon dragon.

She thrust her hand open palm at the monster and blew it tumbling over the side of her porch. Three more appeared out of the shadows.

“Wesley, grab the phone, go to the bathroom and turn on all of the lights, and then call 911. I will keep them at bay as long as I possibly can.”

“Shit, shit, shit. That's not your boyfriend is it?”

“No. Go, quickly.” When he hesitated, Ciara use the same trick of the wind to lift him bodily off the couch and shoved him toward the bedroom. “Remember, turn on all the lights. They come out of the shadows.”

Wes grabbed the phone, stared at it and shook it. “There's no signal.”

“Stand on the bathtub and hold the shower curtain rod. You should be able to get one bar.”

The demon dragons rattled the sliding glass door. She didn't think they understood how to open it. But just to be safe, she encased the door in a block of ice. It would be impossible to slide it open now.

One of the creatures rolled its head and blew a stream of fire at the ice, melting her handiwork almost instantly. Then it whipped its tail around and shattered the glass.

Fuck three ducks. Think, think. What did she know how to do to defend herself and Wesley? She couldn't run. A dirt barrier would not protect her for long, and now that they had made it inside she didn't know if she could focus her command over the wind to do anything but toss them around the room. If she used fire, she might burn the entire apartmentcomplex down, and they had already shown they weren't bothered by ice.

That was everything she knew how to do.

Ciara backed away, retreating into the plants that had grown up all around her kitchen. She imagined a whip in her mind and a spiky vine lashed out at the nearest demon dragon. It caught the thing in the face, cutting it, but that only made it mad.

“You come. We not hurt.” A crackling voice came from one of the demon dragon’s mouths.

She hadn't realized they could talk. The speech was stilted and basic. Were they stupid? Maybe she could just talk them into going and leaving her alone. “No. You go.”

The two uninjured ones glanced at each other as if they were considering doing what she told them to. “No. You come.”

They definitely weren't smart, but she didn't think she could fool them. Maybe she could stall them long enough for the police and their guns to get here. Hopefully, guns worked as a weapon against demon dragons.

Who she really needed was Sam and Dean Winchester.

Scratch that. She needed Jakob.

“Where do you want to take me?”

“AllFather.”

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