It seems they’ve done something to the Elder dragon to deter her temporarily.
“You won’t need to,” Karl replies.
They turn in our direction, and a second later, Cheryl runs into Karl’s arms. “You’re okay. I was so worried about you.”
“I’m fine, Cheryl. But what are you doing here?”
“I came to help you.”
“And help you did, girl.” Solomon smiles from ear to ear.
“Did you recover the mirror?” Ronan asks.
Solomon pulls the small object from inside his shirt. “I sure did. Thanks to your distraction.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I look at the sky and see the dark shape of the Elder dragon getting bigger and bigger.
“We need to leave,” Cheryl says.
“I can’t walk the wind with all of you at once,” Vivi replies in a high-pitched voice.
“Can you use the mirror to open a portal for us?” Karl asks.
“I don’t know.”
“You have to try, or we’re all doomed,” Ronan says.
“Stop putting pressure on her!” Lucca pulls her closer to him. His eyes flash red, and his fangs are on full display.
“Calm down,” Cheryl retorts.
“Hand over the mirror.” Vivi holds out her hand.
“Here. I’ll ground you,” Solomon says, “and feed you my power if needed.”
I glance at the sky again. “Guys, the Elder dragon is getting closer.”
“Another dragon is coming,” Cheryl announces.
I follow her line of sight and see a dark shadow approaching from the east. Great. Another fucking dragon decided to join the party. “Fucking hell. We’re dead.”
Ronan steps forward, squinting. “I think I know that dragon.”
“Great. Maybe you can sit down and have tea with it,” I grumble.
“Holy crap. That’s Larsson,” Cheryl blurts out.
“What?” Fear squeezes my heart tight like talons. Pretty much what I foresee Larsson will do to me.
“Hell, what is he doing here?” Lucca asks.
Larsson zooms across the sky, going straight for the Elder dragon. I can’t believe this. “Apparently, he’s stopping the Elder dragon from killing us.”
“Forget the dragons,” Solomon snaps. “Vivi, I need you to concentrate on where you want the portal to open.”
“But I don’t know the spell,” she whines.
“And won’t we need a ritual like last time?” Cheryl asks, then glances at Ronan and blushes.
