Dragon with a Deadly Weapon by Michael Angel

Author:Michael Angel
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2018-10-22T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

Galen and I arrived back in Crossbow Consulting’s conference room in a gasping heap. The centaur let go of me and staggered back a few steps before his equine rear hit the wall with a thump. I sank to my knees, coughing as I exhaled the foul air caught in my lungs. We both looked disheveled and singed around the edges.

“Dayna!” Alanzo cried, as he dashed over.

He knelt and grasped me about the shoulders, his eyes scanning me from head to toe to see where I was hurt. Shaw and Liam followed at his heels, on alert for any threats.

“I’m all right,” I wheezed. “Just inhaled some smoke.”

“Stand back, everyone,” Galen warned, as he turned towards the window and raised his hands. “I must block Sirrahon from transporting himself anywhere near this vicinity.”

“Sirrahon!” Liam exclaimed.

“Mayhap it is time for our ‘grudge match’,” Shaw growled. “‘Tis something I have oft longed for!”

“That wish of yours might come true,” I warned the drake, “and sooner than you think.”

“Lokau pless reki, frahk koma!” Galen recited.

An arc of electric blue emanated from his outstretched palms. The window shook in its frame and a jagged crack wended its way up from one corner, but it held together. The Wizard lowered his hands and leaned against a nearby wall, exhausted.

“It is done,” he said, in a tired voice.

“Are we safe?” I asked. “For the moment, at least?”

“The dragon cannot come within a hundred leagues for the next twelve hours, no matter what form he takes. I have also severed any connection between him and us via the activation of his Wizard’s Mark. I would judge that as safe as my magic can make things,” Galen declared, as he righted himself. “All this spellcraft has depleted my reserves. Perchance might there be any sustenance close at hand? I could use some before I cast again.”

“The closest place is twelve floors down,” I said, thinking of the Vietnamese place with the gut-melting coffee drink. “But I’m not sure–”

I paused as something finally cut through the acrid smoke and grime that fouled my sense of smell. Something fishy, at first. Then the smell of roasted vegetables. The warm smell of baked crust, tomato sauce and melted cheese.

“Alanzo,” I said, as he stood and helped me to my feet, “did you order pizza?”

“He did, and despite my doubts, it’s a most wonderful substance,” Liam confirmed. He indicated a stack of low, rectangular boxes set on the conference room table with a toss of his antlers.

“I got a pie loaded with quartered artichoke hearts for the Protector of the Forest,” Esteban explained, “and two more with sausage and pepperoni. Oh, and I took a chance that Grimshaw here might like anchovies. He seems to think it’s muy chidas.”

Shaw nodded enthusiastically. “‘Tis a marvel that a fish exists solely to put on one’s pizza!”

“Wait a minute,” I said, as Esteban led me over to the table. “It’s what, ten in the morning? Where the heck did you find a pizzeria open at this hour?”

He shrugged.

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