Life With A Fire-Breathing Girlfriend by Bryan Fields

Author:Bryan Fields [Fields, Bryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-77127-478-4
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing
Published: 2013-12-31T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

And It Was All Going So Well…

Oh-Shit-Thirty in the morning arrived well before I was ready, but coffee and breakfast burritos got me moving. When Rose was ready to transform, I met her out on the upper deck with a stepladder. I climbed up on the roof and helped her up after me. There were no cars coming and the folks camping in the park seemed to all be asleep, so she dropped her robe and stood up. Her transformation to Azul took only a second. She spread her wings and leaped.

Hatchlings can’t fly, but they have a terrific glide ratio. Azul soared into the branches of a large cottonwood, scrambled up the trunk as high as she could go, and jumped again. She came down twenty yards offshore and disappeared under the water.

When she emerged from the lake, Azul wandered around and poked her snout into the bear trap. It took her under a minute to open the far end and gulp down the fish. She nosed through the Occupy camp a bit before galumphing off to have a look at Mavis’ new roses. I spotted a car coming and thought a warning toward Rose as hard as I could. She hunkered down as it went past. A hand emerged from the window and threw a newspaper onto the driveway.

The sky was getting lighter, so I came down from the roof. I grabbed my keys and cell phone and was heading out the door when I heard a horn honk. I got an immediate flash of terror and alarm from Rose, and then nothing. I could still feel her body; she was alive, but unconscious. I grabbed a can of pepper spray I keep by the front door and ran out to see what was happening.

Azul—Rose, damn it!—was on her side next to a decorative purple sage in the Brundles’ front yard. A woman in a business outfit was standing over her holding a mug of coffee and a cell phone. She wasn’t calling anyone; she was taking pictures. I shoved her to the side and knelt next to Rose.

It looked as though she had heard the car coming and tried to hide behind the sage. Someone had anticipated this, and had set a snare for her. She had a wire noose around her throat, digging in too deep and too tight for me to get my fingers under. The wire ran through an eyebolt driven into the ground and got lost in the other bushes along the driveway. I yelled at the woman to call the police while I looked around for something to cut the wire with.

A door slammed and I turned around in time to see Wilbur Brundle in his bath robe, loading rounds into a pump-action 12-gauge. I stepped between him and Rose, balling my hands into fists. He chambered a round and brought the shotgun to his shoulder. A heavy, familiar weight settled into my hands—the Dwarven two-handed sword Rose gave me. All

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