Chapter 49: Caught in the Crossfire

Scorpions rushed Dena and Taurian. The more she knocked back with the broom, the faster the insects came closer. If the hole were big enough for Taurian to squeeze through in his dragon form...if he could fly with the burn to his wing. Or stomp on all these scorpions and squish them all. But something told her that even as a massive dragon, there were too many and they'd find a way to hurt him.

With gas leaking from the broken stove pipe, she dared not use her makeshift flamethrower. She threw the empty can of hairspray at a cluster of scorpions, but they kept inching toward them. The lighter was tucked away in her pocket.

One of the scorpions stabbed the back of her leg. She felt like a baseball bat had whacked her. She crashed to her knees. Pain radiating up her legs. Son of a b*tch! And Taurian had sustained hundreds of these stings? How was it he was still moving?

"Dena!" Taurian roared.