And she makes a mewing noise remarkably similar to the one in my arms.
Full of wonder, I hold the kitten up near her. I want to hear the sound again. The creature in my hands mews, the sound reedy and plaintive and unhappy, but she does not mimic it again. Is she talking to it or speaking another language to me? Mouth noises are so complicated. How can anyone know who is being spoken to if everyone is simply bleating sounds into the air for anyone to hear?
“Dakota,” she tries again, patting her chest once more. “Muhr. Cat.” Again she points at me, and then the kitten.
The kitten cries, the sound it makes when it is hungry, and the female mimics it again, watching me expectantly.
Aha. She knows I feed my cats, then. Is she making the hunger noises because she now wishes to be fed? It is a small, easy thing to provide meat for hungry mouths. If this female and her young are hungry, I can feed them too.
Wait here, I command her mentally and then pause. I don’t know the mouth noises for this, so I snarl at her and walk away with my kitten in my arms.
She does not follow, but as I cross the strange landscape back to my nest, I hear the sound of a door closing behind me. She is protecting her nest. I understand this. I return my kitten to its mother, pausing to scratch ears and bellies and to stroke fluffy tails. Another one of the kittens has runny eyes, and I think about how the female scrubbed at them with her clothing.
I glance down at my claws. At my bare skin. I have no soft coverings. I cannot do the same thing she did. Perhaps after I feed her, I will bring her another kitten to clean.
But first, food for all the hungry bellies.
CHAPTER 6
DAKOTA
I just hada conversation with a dragon.
I think.
Kind of. More like he just repeated me a lot, but he petted the kitten, looked at me with interest instead of anger, and then just…left. I lower my crossbow and stare after him, but he doesn’t come back.
I lean against the door, breathing hard and not entirely sure what to make of it all. I didn’t know they could turn human in the first place. This one did, and he has a name. Muhr.
He also had a really big dick, but I’m trying to be an adult about the situation and pretend I didn’t see it. That should be the last thing I’m thinking of at the moment, but it just reminds me how alien the enemy is. He stood in front of me, bare ass naked and covered in golden, scaled skin, and clutched a kitten. Nothing about that is normal.
I…don’t know what to do now.
Instinct from the last several years of hell kicks in. No. I know what to do now. I need to take my daughter and get the fuckout of here. Find someplace else that’s safe. There will be other bookstores. There will be other places to hide.
This one’s no good for us because it already has a big, draconic occupant close by.
I compose myself and walk calmly to the back room, where Rabbit has sequestered herself. I open the door and she watches me, eyes wide and her favorite knife in her hand. No dramatics from my girl—she’s a child of the After and so she knows the crying can come later.
“I’m okay,” I tell her. “Everything’s fine, but we need to leave.”
“What happened?”
“The dragon is a man,” I say. “Or rather, he transformed into a man. He was mad that we took his cat and came to take it back.”
Her eyes go even wider. “So they do turn into men?”
“Apparently.”
“What did he look like?”
He had an enormous dong and gave me indignant looks while his weener flapped in the breeze. “He looked like a dragon that turned into a man. Let’s just go, all right?” I gesture for her to follow me out.
“Was he friendly?” She wants to know as we hurry back through the store. “Maybe he wants to be friends?”
“That wasn’t the impression I got. This is his territory and he didn’t like us touching his cats. It’s safest if we just get out of here. He’s not human even if he shows up in a human body, Rabbit.”
Rabbit nods, and a grim expression crosses her face. I know what she’s thinking now. Not even human men are safe, really. No one’s safe to be around. We can only trust each other. I know she’s thinking it, because I’m thinking the same thing. “I’ll get my pack.”
