The Blood-Red Fire Dragon suddenly snapped its head to the right, nostrils flaring, pupils tightening into razor slits.
Carla froze.
She felt it too—pressure, vibration, a disturbance flowing through the stone like a living tremor.
"What is it?" she whispered.
The dragon rumbled low.
Carla narrowed her eyes.
"The battle outside…? Yes. That must be it." She placed a hand on its neck. "Good. It's the perfect cover for our escape. We're going to use the chaos."
In one smooth motion she vaulted onto its back.
"I too have a bad feeling about this place." Even though she said this, she was glad that this rescue had gone smoother than she thought.
