Page 13 of The Dragon's Stone Hearted Mate
“We all heard him call out. Pinky had turned to face the cabin’s porch. Are you in danger? Is the attacker still in there with you?” she asked, trying to squeeze her head through.
“Sure. Why not? The attacker is a witch who needs your damn broom to fly away!” I rolled my eyes.
“Some witches do fly on brooms. You shouldn’t be so insensitive,” Sherry said, stepping back and crossing her arms. “Are you the one the attacker was looking for?”
“No.”
“Who attacked your roommate?”
“Didn’t his therapist tell you?” I asked.
“His therapist didn’t provide a lot of details because I am not a doctor. I am a peer who is attempting to help.”
“Look, this was paranormal, okay?” I said through gritted teeth doing my best not to snap.
“You look,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “If no one is keeping you and Cutter inside come out and talk to me. Prove it.”
“Cutter’s in the shower,” I said.
“Fine. I can hear the water running. Unless you have an invitation to join him, come outside.”
“Are you going to fight me if I don’t?” I laughed.
“I’m a boxing instructor on the weekends. I’ll fight whoever is holding you hostage.”
“What are you?”
“The person in charge of ensuring Camp Air runs smoothly and I have all the necessary skills to do that. If you’re not under threat, please come outside and speak to me,” Sherry said again.
Sighing, I stepped outside, closing the door behind me as quickly as I could. As soon as my feet touched the grass the statue fell over again. Sighing, Sherry sprinted over and stood him back up. I followed her but she shrugged off my help.
“She’s had enough of our bullshit tonight,”my dragon chuckled.
“See. No attacker holding me hostage,” I shrugged.
“What happened in there? If Cutter is being pursued, we could all be in danger,” she said.
“I’m not being attacked right now, huh?” Cutter said, walking out onto the porch with a fluffy black towel wrapped around his waist and his pack on his back. “It was just a PTSD thing. It’s gone now, though. Dragon fire makes a mess but no one was hurt.”
The tension fled from her shoulders when her gaze settled on Cutter.
“She thought you attacked me,” Cutter laughed. “Don’t worry. Morvan here wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Sherry gave me a look as if maybe Chole told her how I saved Berry, and she wasn’t sure I was a good guy after all.
“He wouldn’t attack me because I’d eat his face on a plate made from his own scales,” Cutter said, and the statue fell over again.
“Damn it!” Sherry swore under her breath. “Maybe a groundhog or something is tunneling under him! Pinky, you have to stay upright---”
One of the stone arms shifted from by the statues side with a grating scrape to stretch out in front of him.
“What the fuck?” Sherry hopped back as if the statue would drag her into the depths of Frost’s Pit. “What the fuck? What the fuck?!”
“I told you he was trying to look at you,” Cutter glanced at me and shrugged. “Sherry, do you have a broom or vacuum or something?”
“Tell me I’m not the only one who saw that,” Sherry said, slipping behind me.
I couldn’t help it. I smirked. Whatever she was must’ve been smaller than a dragon. Well, maybe. I’ve met some chicken shit dragons in my day.
