Page 42 of Dancing with My Elf
“Run!” Zoe told her.
I caught up to Zoe. His stench was unfamiliar but not one I recognized.
“Be careful, Zoe. He’s not human.”
“Demon,” she spat, keeping her gaze fixed on him.
My skin turned clammy, and my pulse rocketed. Although that was what we were looking for, seeing one approach Zoe fueled a potent clash of fear and adrenaline. This wasn’t a joke. I couldn’t let him get near her.
“Stand back,” I warned. I stepped before her and spread my arms wide.
“Lucas, I’ve got this.”
“No way am I letting you face this alone.”
The demon’s eyes flashed red as he approached us. I stepped backward instinctively and tripped. What the hell? As I crashed to the ground, the demon tipped his head back and chortled.
Some protector. Humiliation burned. How could I fall over myself now when we faced a massive threat—especially in front of Zoe?
She pressed the trigger, and an orangish beam shot out. He raised a hand, palm facing her, and blocked it. It ricocheted off the brick exterior of a nearby building and crackled as it pulsed over it before it vanished.
Swallowing my ineptitude, I pulled myself to my feet. This petite elf took on a demon while I tripped over my oaf-like feet. I had to get my shit together. If she was brave enough to take on an immortal being twice her size, I had to figure out some way to help.
How?
She shot again, hit him this time, but it didn’t affect him. He simply laughed.
Think, think!I should have taken this threat more seriously from the beginning like she did rather than exploiting it as an opportunity to get closer to her. What the hell was wrong with me to think that way? This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t part of a seduction. We could both be killed and then countless others.
Time to get my giant head out of my dumb ass.
Although I wasn’t a fighter, I had a better chance as a dragon. Without bothering to remove my clothes, I shifted to my dragon form, tearing my clothes in the process. Once my body grew, I flapped my wings. This distracted the demon. When it turned to me, Zoe nailed it with a laser right in its chest.
I rushed forward and flew at the demon. I pitched my claws forward as I landed, pressing down on him and knocking him onto his back. He tried to push me off him, but I positioned my claws at his throat. His red eyes spewed hatred.
I glanced over my shoulder at Zoe who stared at us with wide eyes. She’d never seen me in my dragon form before, and it had to be shocking.
What should I do next? I had a demon squirming beneath me, but Zoe stood frozen like a statue. And I couldn’t communicate to her in dragon form.
Zoe
Although I knew Lucas was half-dragon shifter, seeing him in the form of the magical beautiful creature stunned me. He had to be well over a dozen feet long from his massive head to forked tail with orange scales that shifted in an ombre style down to purple halfway down his body, leaving his tail a rich amethyst.
When the demon rolled, almost slipping out from beneath Lucas’s talons, I finally snapped out of my stupor.
“Can you get him on his stomach?” I shouted to Lucas.
As they struggled, Lucas drew demon blood. Somehow, he managed to flip the demon, knocking off his hood, and restrained him. The dark curly hair didn’t match the description that Gianna had given of the demons at the beach house.
I rushed over with the silver handcuffs enforced with magic. Hopefully, they worked. The laser didn’t. That’s why I constantly tinkered with weapons, experimenting with magic, as we never knew what we’d face.
Getting the cuffs onto a squirming demon who was pinned under a massive dragon was the next challenge. This might have been one of the few times my smaller stature came in handy. I slipped beneath Lucas’s wings and wrestled them onto the howling demon, pinning them behind his back.
Once I stepped away, I asked Lucas, “Can you keep him there?”
He stared at me, his blue dragon eyes sparkling like sapphires, and then he nodded his dragon head.
I pulled out my phone and called Pandora. “We got one.”
