Chapter 16Once Dane had enough to feel it, he passed the bottle back to Sean and walked to the side of the tarp to stare down at what they’d assembled so far. A f*****g dragon. If this one was small, he didn’t want to meet a grown one. Winter’s sketch had included the little blob of a person standing next to the cryptid like you’d see in a book on whales showing their size in comparison to a human, and even for being about the size as an adult, that was in length minus tail and this fucker was big.
“This is huge, isn’t it,” said Sean, not a question, words dull. He set the bottle down on the table. “There aren’t supposed to be dragons.”
“Good guess,” said Dane.
“If—”
“I’m trying to figure out what to do next,” said Dane.
Sean sighed, stood, and moved over to him. When he put a hand on
