Chapter 60

Kaelen

The engine roared through the streets, lights bouncing off shop windows and apartment blocks. I sat strapped in beside Weston, helmet chin strap snug, turnout coat heavy on my shoulders. The siren screamed, but all I heard was the pulse in my ears. My dragon prowled just under my skin, restless.

A kitchen fire. Small. Trivial. Yet you run to smother flames instead of feed them. What a waste