Claire obeyed Roy’s order, reaching the door and reefing it open. An ordinary backyard was in front of her, a large gum tree at the back fence, a cool breeze brushing across her face. It was late afternoon. Where had the day gone? Or was it even the same day? She took a single step forward, a gunshot causing her to look over her shoulder. Roy was pinned to the floor, a g*n pressed against his head, Stanley grinning at him. Something in her snapped. She dropped the dagger and bundle of clothes, a roar escaping her throat as she rushed forward, her body seeming to change, the men growing smaller.
Stanley spun to face her, pointing the g*n up at her. “Dragon.” The word sounded like a curse.
She knocked the g*n from his hand, spinning to attack Wayne when he drew a sword and came at her. Dra
