Page 18 of Tease Me

Dragon’s Breath

Abeat-up red pick-up truck screeched to a halt and its headlight fell out, clattering to the ground. A man who Fleur had always considered a silver fox jumped out with an old-fashioned doctor’s bag under his arm.

Doc. That’s all she knew of his name, just Doc. They’d had plenty of friendly conversations about her medicinal herbs and how either or both of them could help the pack. They were both outsiders who’d been taken in by the Troikas.

He gave the women and their wounds cursory glances but made it to Fleur’s side within a few moments.

“What kind of shifter is he?” Doc asked looking Steele up and down with a frown.

“Dragon,” Fleur answered.

Doc raised his eyebrows, but then nodded. “Okay, I got this. Move aside. Let me see what I can do.”

Fleur gripped her pendant and Steele’s crystal, and breathed a sigh, not exactly of relief, because Steele wasn’t out of danger. Maybe the situation 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.

Doc lifted his hands, not willing to touch this new unknown. He 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 healer who dealt with shifters and witches and Zeus knew what other kind of beings on a daily basis 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.

Zara knelt beside her, glancing back and forth between Fleur, Doc, Niko, and the green swirls. “What did you do, Fleur?”

Zara grabbed her hand and 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, sparking like a million lighting bugs. 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.

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