Page 64 of Training my Human

Mmm. Barbeque. Roasted meat dripping with fat and juices. Would Pip be angry if I toasted one for a snack? Most likely. Humans could be weird about dragons eating their kind.

Knowing they lay in wait, I gripped a pipe running along the ceiling rather than dropping to the floor.

Pft. Pft.Two darts went flying past harmlessly.

“Where is it?” A whisper that might as well have been a shout.

“We need some real light,” Kaitlyn grumbled. “These flashlights are useless.”

Not really. It let me track their locations. However, she did have a point. Their beams didn’t extend far enough to dispel the shadows cloaking me.

“Maybe it went back upstairs,” said a new voice. One of the two who’d remained below.

“You wanna go check?” A sarcastic reply from Travis.

“We can’t stand around here all day,” huffed Kaitlyn. “Benny, go and see if it’s still in the stairwell.”

“Like fuck,” Benny exclaimed in a nasally tone. “I heard what it did to Ed. You lied. These suits aren’t fireproof.”

“They are, but only to a certain degree,” Kaitlyn murmured.

“I didn’t sign on to get roasted,” Benny exclaimed. “Catch the fucker yourself.”

“You signed a contract,” Kaitlyn stated.

“Sue me, then. I’d love to tell the world what you and Malone are up to,” snapped Benny.

“Given this new development, let me message Malone and see what he wants us to do. Keep an eye out for the dragon. I should only be a moment.”

I heard steps as Kaitlyn moved away, leaving the males, one of which was shaking hard enough his flashlight wobbled.

My next target.

I launched myself and opened my mouth wide, huffing flame before even actually seeing the enemy. My aim proved true, mostly. I missed the head but my fire hit the tall male in the chest.

And burned.

He ran screaming through the open door into the blizzard.

Two down. Four to go.

“There he is!” Nelson shouted and fired. Luckily for me, his shaking hands ruined his shot and the missile missed.

I didn’t.

Nelson didn’t even have time to scream. His flaming body hit the floor and crackled nicely, filling the space with heat and light.

Light enough for Travis to aim in my direction with a steadier hand.

I channeled Neo from that movie Matrix I’d recently watched with Pip, bending my body so that the dart flew past. When I stood upright again, I noticed Travis clicking his empty weapon.

“Please don’t hurt me,” he pled, dropping it to the floor.

Begging for mercy when he wouldn’t have shown me any?

He obviously didn’t know anything about dragons.

He joined his burning pyre of a friend.

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