Chapter Twenty Eight
“Where are we going?” she asked, fiddling with her necklace’s chain. It was dirty and looked like it was about to snap, but the dragon charm still looked polished, the milky orb in its claws still spotless, “Or do I not want to know?”
“It’s always better to know things,” Mr. Smith said, a lesson he’d repeated many times in class, “It’s just up to you to decide what to do with the information.”
“Then I’d like to know,” Austin said, still just half a step behind him. He didn’t feel like a chaos in the daytime. Surrounded by light, looking old as the trees around them, he looked just like an earth dragon. Earth dragons always looked so steady.
“We’re going to Dustin’s cabin,” he said, and Austin suddenly felt very, very human. If fear was human and temper was fire dragon, she was unmistakably human, “It’s not far, but it’s far enough.”
“In the mountains?” her eyes flickered to the tops of the mountains that were approaching much too fast.
“Just over the top,” he nodded, “Not many have enough time to go backpacking for a few days, so he doesn’t have to worry about people finding him. It’s a safe haven for our kind.”
“Right.”
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