Chapter Sixty
“Stay back.” With a stern glare at me, Nero begins to strip. “I’ll take care of this.”
Before I can say anything, he’s naked and leaping forward.
Ariel suggestively clears her throat.
I gape as Nero shimmers into a roaring dragon and tramples cars in our would-be attackers’ way.
Seeing him in this form in a modern environment feels pretty surreal—and the newcomers must agree, because they stop as if rooted to the ground.
Tossing a truck with his good claw into the far distance, Nero shoots fire in their direction—but clearly as an intimidation tactic. His fiery breath melts the cars on the road and the road itself, but doesn’t incinerate a single person.
The posse clearly haven’t gone so feral as to attack an angry dragon. They run away screaming as fast as anyone woul
