“Move away from it!”
Prodding my ribs with the dragon’s barrel, Pa attempted to push me aside. I hunkered over Keme’s bloody, prone body, gripped his shoulders tight, knowing if I gave Pa a clear target, he’d shoot Keme again, kill him. If he wasn’t already dead.
“Damn it, daughter, I said move!” Another jab with the dragon.
Not looking up, I shook my head. “No!”
Silence invaded the shed, broken only by Pa’s raspy breathing. I felt a light touch on my bare shoulder, then the hand jerked away as if my skin had burned it. Pa growled, “Millie, what’s going on? Where’re your clothes?”
I looked up into a face that was more shadow than substance in the lantern’s feeble light. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
“Did it…did it force itself on you?”
I finally found my tongue. “No, Pa…I…we…” And lost it again.
His eyes raked both Keme and me, taking in our nakedness; they narrowed, hardened. “Are you telling me it didn’t…you willingly had congress with this demon?”
“He’s not a demon, he’s—”
“It has wings, daughter, it is a demon, and I’m going to finish it. Then…” A loaded pause. “Then I’ll deal with you.” Continue reading