"Did you do something to him?"
A puff of smoke left the dragon's nostrils. He did it to himself.
"Is he going to be okay?"
Is that what you want?
Vica got to her feet and turned around to fix her eyes on the dragon. He stared back over the curve if his tail that had curled now around his snout. "I don't wish evil on others for my benefit," she said. "And while I won't say he doesn't deserve it, I also know he's not all bad. I think he needs a push in the right direction, but I've seen good in him. You know it too."
Better than you know, the dragon agreed. He is of a peculiar kind.
"I already told you that," she muttered. She turned back around and held the back of her hand against Constantine's forehead again. "He's so cold when it's so warm in here. And I can't feel him under my ski
