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characteristics of a medieval dragon if that creature had mated with a human. “What are you doing here?”
His gruff voice sounded harsher than she remembered.
“I couldn’t find you,” Lori said. A rush of nerves and emotions built inside her. Everything she felt like saying sounded strange in her head. Following the impulse to jump into his arms and kiss him would be even stranger. Instead, she mumbled, “I found Ursa.”
Ursa interrupted with a thick stream of accented words. Drake answered the woman in kind, fluently speaking to her as if he were a native to the bayou.
“What’s going on?” Lori demanded, not understanding them.
“She offered to shoot you,” Drake said.
Lori stiffened.
“I told her that is not necessary,” he added.
Lori thought she saw him smile, but it was too hard to say.
Ursa grumbled and turned to her house. “Bring him.”
“Why were you looking for me?” he asked when they were relatively alone.
“Why are you bleeding?” she demanded. “What happened?”
“It will heal.” Drake leaned heavily on her even though she could tell he was trying not to.
“This isn’t right. You need a doctor. My car is right over—”
“No doctors. I do not wish to be sent to Roswell. I have seen the pictures.”
“The alien-conspiracy place? That’s not real. It’s a giant hoax. Aliens don’t ex…ist.” Lori suddenly realized how ridiculous that belief sounded given the circumstances.
“I assure you aliens are real. I have met several who have come to my planet.”
“Alien,” she whispered. That thought hadn’t occurred to her. She’d slept with an alien. Not just a genetic offshoot of human, but an alien. Outer space. Alien. She breathed harder, trying not to hyperventilate. The weight against her arm grew, and if she left him now, he’d fall over.
“It amazes me how vain humans are to think they are the only lifeforms in the entire universes.” He winced and pressed harder to his shoulder. She felt his muscle flex beneath her hand as they made slow progress to the porch.
“You need a hospital. Let me take you. I’ll call the sheriff on the way and have him meet us. He seems protective of you. He’ll run whatever interference you need.” She tried to redirect his steps toward her car. “Can you shift back into your other self and look human again?”
“I will heal better in this form.” He forced her to turn back toward the porch. “I need rest.”
“Hurry up, boy,” Ursa demanded from inside the home. “Guns are loaded. Dem assholes going to get a butt full of hot lead if dey try to cross my doorstep.”
“Guns?” Lori repeated. “For the alligator that bit you?”
“For the hunters who shot me,” he corrected.
“You’re shot?” Lori gasped. Why wasn’t he in a panic?
“It appears the people shooting at the shore were actually hunting aliens. It seems they thought I would make a trophy. Though, I’m not really an alien.”
She glanced behind them toward the water before shoving him into a faster gait. He grunted in protest, but she didn’t care. “What the hell? Dammit, Drake, get inside. How can you be so calm about this?”
“How is a shot worse than a bite?”
“Being hunted by humans is worse than being bit by an alligator in the swamp. An alligator isn’t going to try and track you down to finish the—oh my God.” Lori shook her head in denial. “He couldn’t have… Oh my God.”
“Are you praying for me?” Drake leaned against the door frame and stopped.
“It’s my fault. Mr. Howards from the inn.”
“I heard someone say that name,” Drake said.
“He kept asking me about the lizard man. I told him nothing, but he seemed to think I knew where to find you. I thought my computer was glitching, but the inn has a public internet connection, and I think he must have hacked my machine and copied the photos I took outside your house. He could have used my GPS metadata to track you.”
“I am not a lizard, and
His gruff voice sounded harsher than she remembered.
“I couldn’t find you,” Lori said. A rush of nerves and emotions built inside her. Everything she felt like saying sounded strange in her head. Following the impulse to jump into his arms and kiss him would be even stranger. Instead, she mumbled, “I found Ursa.”
Ursa interrupted with a thick stream of accented words. Drake answered the woman in kind, fluently speaking to her as if he were a native to the bayou.
“What’s going on?” Lori demanded, not understanding them.
“She offered to shoot you,” Drake said.
Lori stiffened.
“I told her that is not necessary,” he added.
Lori thought she saw him smile, but it was too hard to say.
Ursa grumbled and turned to her house. “Bring him.”
“Why were you looking for me?” he asked when they were relatively alone.
“Why are you bleeding?” she demanded. “What happened?”
“It will heal.” Drake leaned heavily on her even though she could tell he was trying not to.
“This isn’t right. You need a doctor. My car is right over—”
“No doctors. I do not wish to be sent to Roswell. I have seen the pictures.”
“The alien-conspiracy place? That’s not real. It’s a giant hoax. Aliens don’t ex…ist.” Lori suddenly realized how ridiculous that belief sounded given the circumstances.
“I assure you aliens are real. I have met several who have come to my planet.”
“Alien,” she whispered. That thought hadn’t occurred to her. She’d slept with an alien. Not just a genetic offshoot of human, but an alien. Outer space. Alien. She breathed harder, trying not to hyperventilate. The weight against her arm grew, and if she left him now, he’d fall over.
“It amazes me how vain humans are to think they are the only lifeforms in the entire universes.” He winced and pressed harder to his shoulder. She felt his muscle flex beneath her hand as they made slow progress to the porch.
“You need a hospital. Let me take you. I’ll call the sheriff on the way and have him meet us. He seems protective of you. He’ll run whatever interference you need.” She tried to redirect his steps toward her car. “Can you shift back into your other self and look human again?”
“I will heal better in this form.” He forced her to turn back toward the porch. “I need rest.”
“Hurry up, boy,” Ursa demanded from inside the home. “Guns are loaded. Dem assholes going to get a butt full of hot lead if dey try to cross my doorstep.”
“Guns?” Lori repeated. “For the alligator that bit you?”
“For the hunters who shot me,” he corrected.
“You’re shot?” Lori gasped. Why wasn’t he in a panic?
“It appears the people shooting at the shore were actually hunting aliens. It seems they thought I would make a trophy. Though, I’m not really an alien.”
She glanced behind them toward the water before shoving him into a faster gait. He grunted in protest, but she didn’t care. “What the hell? Dammit, Drake, get inside. How can you be so calm about this?”
“How is a shot worse than a bite?”
“Being hunted by humans is worse than being bit by an alligator in the swamp. An alligator isn’t going to try and track you down to finish the—oh my God.” Lori shook her head in denial. “He couldn’t have… Oh my God.”
“Are you praying for me?” Drake leaned against the door frame and stopped.
“It’s my fault. Mr. Howards from the inn.”
“I heard someone say that name,” Drake said.
“He kept asking me about the lizard man. I told him nothing, but he seemed to think I knew where to find you. I thought my computer was glitching, but the inn has a public internet connection, and I think he must have hacked my machine and copied the photos I took outside your house. He could have used my GPS metadata to track you.”
“I am not a lizard, and
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