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“But he can eat magic. Maybe they are trying to keep their distance,” I added.
Charlie shrugged. “Maybe. But this just reeks of government intervention.”
“You think?” I did find it curious that he could light up the sky with flames along a motorway and not be reported or found by the government or army.
“You don’t think? The dragon’s been on national news. Probably international too. I don’t know how high the supernatural council is in the human political food chain or if even there’s communication there, but I’m sure every government has intelligence branches to deal with weird stuff like this.”
I huffed a tired laugh. “I think you watch too much television, Charlie.”
“Look around, Clawdicat. This is everything paranormal sit-coms are made of. All we need is a wolf shifter and a sparkly vampire, and we are ready for Hollywood.”
We drove in silence for a little while, letting the lights flash by while we sat with our thoughts.
“Do you think they killed him?” I asked finally. It was the only explanation I had for why there’d been no retaliation from Fafnir.
“No,” Charlie admitted with a sigh. “But they’ve helped us get away from him for now.”
Zaide had just tipped his head back to go to sleep when I noticed bright lights glinting in the rearview mirror. And they seemed to be approaching fast. Really fast.
“Who the fuck is this now?” Charlie exclaimed, and Zaide’s eyes flashed open.
I could only sigh and asked, “Is our luck really so bad that we’d be chased by the same people who just attacked Fafnir?”
“I think it is, Little Cat,” Zaide replied grimly.
“Come on, you little shit box. We’re so close now. Get us home.” Charlie tightened his grip around the wheel and leaned forward as he jeered the car.
The car behind us crossed into the empty opposite lane, and I could see it more clearly without the headlights blinding me. It was indeed the same large, black vehicle with tinted windows that had attacked the dragon.
Only now it seemed they’d turned turrets to face us.
Charlie glared. “Remind me to get something faster next time I rent something.”
The windows facing our side rolled down, and they aimed their weapons at us. I gasped, and fear struck me like lightning. I couldn’t move. I just stared at the half-covered faces of the men–and they must have been men from the size of their hands and thick, muscled arms–who were now trying to kill us.
Charlie swerved away just as a shot rang out. I ducked and closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep low and steady as the car weaved and dodged. Two more shots sounded, but nothing seemed to be hitting the car.
“Jason, you big, beautiful thug bastard. Who would have thought your random lesson on dodging bullets in a car chase would actually come in handy? I hope you’re eating chili-heatwave doritos wherever you are.” He kissed his fingers and raised them to the sky.
“Charlie, please keep your hands on the wheel,” I squeaked as he suddenly turned the wheel again, but with one hand.
“Who is Jason?” Zaide asked, slightly slurred. Which only alarmed me more. I leaned forward, took his hand, and squeezed.
“Zaide, are you okay?” He blinked and seemed to become more aware at my touch. I quickly, discreetly, pushed power toward him, hoping it would help him stay more alert and heal faster.
“Little Cat, I am fine.” He narrowed his eyes, which must have been hard to do considering they were already so swollen, and said, “I know what you are doing.”
“Anyone got a banana?” Charlie asked cheerfully as the passengers of the other car paused their shooting when they were forced to move back into the lane behind us to prevent colliding with oncoming traffic.
I shook my head, ignoring his question. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”
“Mario has trained me well.”
“I didn’t realize the human realm was so plagued with such chases that one needs to be trained,” Zaide frowned. “This is a common occurrence?”
“I’ll introduce you to gaming—” Charlie began but stopped as the other car moved out suddenly. They accelerated until they were driving alongside us and their weapons were drawn yet again. “Fuck,” he cursed and looked around. “Okay, hold on.”
We turned sharply off the main road and onto a small, forested track as the other car zoomed past, not able to turn in time to follow us. Bullets rained, popping loudly against the trees. It was a show of their frustration, and thankfully, nothing hit us. We were too far away.
