Bab 103: Explosion

"Don't get complacent."

"Yes, sir."

The absolute calm of these people as the world is on fire right in front of us.

My ears ring from the explosion. Through the tinted windows, orange and purple flames paint the night sky like some toxic northern lights. Princess Paws taps at the tiny oxygen mask in my hand, reminding me of her existence.

Shit.

Feeling guilty over having let my hand go limp, I tuck the mask against her face once again.

"That's our backup." Logan reaches over to squeeze my hand. "We're okay."

The words don't match the scene outside. Nothing about this is okay. Actual dragons hunting me down like prey, and now explosions lighting up the sky like it's the Fourth of July.

"Will that be enough?" My voice cracks, high with worry. The oxygen mask fogs with each shallow breath.