Book Four: Chapter 89

Quetzalli.

There was yet another problem with no clear answer. For whatever reason, Quetzalli was now Beth’s eternal shadow, and while the dragon meant no harm, it was very much like babysitting an adult child capable of shorting out anything she touched.

Beth’s phone had been the first victim. A curious peek, a loud zap, and the screen went dark forever. Her computer was spared, but Mike’s was not, and while Tink was ordering what she needed to replace the electrical system, Quetzalli had pointed at the screen in wonder and a series of electrical arcs jumped from her fingers to the laptop, turning it into a paperweight.

After emitting a string of curses that sounded like an entire rap album in fast forward, Tink had dropped everything to make Quetzalli a horn cap. The shiny metal horn the dragon now wore twisted into place and had the appearance of a unicorn’s horn, and she shocked everyone and everything far less frequently now. By then, it was bedtime, and she h