Part 15

"So how do we know we can trust her?" Miria said icily, eyeing Sephra in contempt.

Sephra was annoyed these people seemed to refuse to trust her. She was, after all, the one supplying them with what could turn out to be very valuable information.

Daybreakers in small communities were irritating. Throw in a few dragons...

"Dragons are extinct, you know," Deanna added, sounding very smug and contempt.

Sephra rolled her eyes. According to Night World history dragons had been put to sleep by the witches several hundred thousand years ago leaving only a Dragon Princess, witch raised, alive because she was so young at the time.

"I saw the Daybreak seal," Sephra said patiently. "I very clearly heard them say *dragon*."

"There have been rumours about a new prophecy showing up," Rylan said, appearing silently as a shadow beside Leandra.

"*I* think we should check this out," Leandra said, glancing at her two friends, as if peering over imaginary glasses.

Deanna and Miria exchanged glances, glaring at Sephra and muttering under their breaths. She eyed Rylan suspiciously, still not sure where this guy was coming from. He was far too nice to be a Night Worlder. Although he hadn't seemed overly enthusiastic about the ideas of Circle Daybreak, who was to say *he* wasn't a spy for them?

But then again, if she wanted him for herself, accusing him of being a spy wasn't going to give her much of a chance with him.

"So you saw a Daybreak letter. Who with?" Miria asked.

Sephra repeated her descriptions. Asian girls with black rose tattoos weren't likely to be all that common. Surely...

"That's Zelda Green! She's in my psych class, sits in front of me!" Deanna said, starting to sound excited.

Now they believed her? Knowing there was a dragon around was one matter, finding out *who* and what this prophecy was about was another. Then came all the bother of capturing the dragon and getting it to someone who was important in the Night World...

"Don't dragons have some kind of distinguishing marks about them?" Sephra didn't know much about dragons. Weren't they supposed to be the most powerful types of shapeshifters on earth?

"How do you *kill* them?" Miria put in, her tone still icy and untrusting. "Maybe *that's* something we need to look at." She was glancing over at Leandra, trying to convey some sort of message that Leandra obviously wasn't getting.


Sephra frowned, wondering what was going on. Then laughed. "You guys think *I'm* the dragon? I'm a *vampire*." Maybe being a dragon could be kind of fun. A dragon was definitely someone you wanted to be friends with.

"I remember hearing something about trouble with a while back," Miria said. "When the shifters joined the witches?"

"Horns," Rylan said softly before she could continue. "Dragons have horns. It's supposed to be the seat of their power."

"So we look for someone with horns," Deanna said.

Sephra snorted in contempt. "If this dragon's got any *sense* then it's not going to *show* it's horns, is it? I think we need to have a talk with your friend Zelda."

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