stepped forward and the four adults standing around her mom tumbled back as if they'd been blown over by a strong wind. Dawn dragged herself out of the puddle of gasoline and whispered spells beneath her breath to stop the poison from eating away at her skin. Dawn watched with wide eyes as Cara stood over the adults who were still as death.
"If you ever come here again, I'll kill you," Cara said in a voice that wasn't her own.
Mouths opened and closed soundlessly. The adult's saw her eyes flicker with sparks of red.
"You can't threaten us," a man blustered.
Cara's eyes switched to him and his mouth snapped shut so hard, his tooth chipped. "You gave Maggie the lighter. You told her to catch me after school."
"T-that's a lie," he shouted.
"You beat Maggie every night. You hate that your wife left her with you. You don't have to care for her anymore. She's gone."
"Cara?" Dawn spoke up.
Cara jerked her head at the door and the adults scrambled out as fast as they could. The door slammed shut and they heard the sound of car engines a moment later. Cara turned to face Dawn who stumbled back, eyes wide with shock when Cara's eyes turned blood red.
"Cara?" she whispered.
Cara shook her head and an odd smile curved her mouth. "She's not here right now."
Cara buried her face in the pillow. In the past, when she was tormented by nightmares, she would call home. The sound of Dawn's and Sky's voices cleansed her. This time, she couldn't and her heart ached to see them. She knew that with Luc no longer a threat, her family would flourish. Tears slipped from her eyes as she imagined her mom's simple house surrounded by fields and the mountains in the distance. The sky seemed never ending in Montana. She and Sky would run as fast as they could through the gardens, laughing and giggling for no reason before they tumbled to the grass and rolled around like maniacs. Cara imagined Sky's face healthy once more and a little more of Rage's taint seeped out of her. Sky would heal and grow up to be a woman like their mother who was strong, compassionate and pure of heart.
Cara lay there for a long time before the tears stopped. She kept her back to the opening of the cave as she left the bed and went to the warm bathing pool in her private alcove. The water lapped around her chin and she kicked her legs slowly as she tried to shrug off the lethargy weighing her down. Her stomach rumbled and she left the pool reluctantly. She picked out a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt before she stuffed her feet into her boots and walked around the wall.
The dragon was there, as she'd suspected. Anyone in his or her right mind would be madly trying to plan an escape, but she would stick to her bargain. She still didn't quite know what she was doing here, but she would find out with time. She couldn't imagine living down here for years, so she didn't think about it. She focused on this moment. Right now she was hungry, so she would eat. She stopped on the step that led into the main cavern and faced the dragon.
"Morning," she said and instantly regretted it.
It could be midnight for all she knew. She automatically looked up, but of course there was no sky to show if she was correct.
What do you want to eat?
Cara was grateful he wasn't going to comment on her blunder. She decided it was breakfast. "Corned beef and eggs."
Instantly, the tray appeared and she walked towards it almost eagerly. She paused as she rounded the dragon. "Thank you for my clothes."
We need to get you new shoes.
She looked down at her unlaced work boots and shrugged. "They're okay." She walked over to her meal and made quick work of it before she perched on a rock and crossed her legs.
"You don't eat?" she asked and cringed. If he told her he ate a steady diet of raw meat, she really didn't want to know what it was.
I don't eat.
Cara blinked. "How are you alive if you don't eat?"
In this form, I don't need nourishment like a human.
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