Chapter 43
Elizabeth let out a small scream. There, standing on the front lawn holding Steve by the throat, was the most vile, beautiful, frightening thing she had ever seen. Her eyes started at his hooves – that had talons growing from them – and traveled up his black scaled legs to his red torso and out his red and black arms to his rubbery dragon wings, then back up to his face. His mere presence could cause terror. She knew because it caused it in her, and yet her terror was quelled at least a little in the knowledge – though she had no idea where it came from – that no one would be hurt in this meeting. “Sar,” he said, satisfied at last that he had located the being he had been searching for all these many years, “you are found at last. Step forward and let me kill you like I should have done t
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