Page 52 of Hungry Like A Dragon
“Lay her down,” a female voice commanded. He glanced to his right and blinked at the old lady. She wasn’t wearing her necklace anymore. “You need to lay her down.”
Reluctantly, Noah did as she said. “What are you going to do?” he asked, worried that whatever magic she planned to use might backfire and make everything worse. Although, how could it be any worse than living without Petra for the rest of his existence?
“I’m going to perform CPR,” the elderly woman said, and she threaded her fingers together and began a steady rhythm, pumping Petra’s chest for long moments before pausing to breathe air into her lungs.
“CPR,” Noah said dimly as he raked a hand through his hair. “Right.”
The old woman quietly counted as she pumped on Petra’s chest again and again. The only other sounds were those of nature: crickets, frogs, other night creatures. The gargoyles and dragons were quiet, and Noah had no idea where Delilah was. Or Sadie. He glanced up and spotted Argyle, who hovered behind the old lady, Sadie tucked into the crook of his arm.
Noah shifted his attention back to Petra. His love.
If only he’d figured it out sooner.
“Ah-ha,” the old woman proclaimed, and a scant second later, Petra gasped, sucking in a breath, and then coughed before blinking her eyes open…and staring right at Noah. He shoved the other woman out of the way and pulled Petra into his arms, squeezing her until she protested. He never wanted to let her go again.
The crowd came alive then, everyone seeming to talk at once, while Noah climbed to his feet and helped an unsteady Petra to hers. And then Talia pushed herself between them and gave Petra a hug before holding her at arm’s length and saying,
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had a baby!”
