The plan, if you could call it a plan, had exactly one moving part, and the moving part was me not being where the dragon was looking.
Kassie had taken the looking with her.
She'd blasted out the front of the temple on Cindy, red against the fire of the horse, and the thing had gone after her the way weather goes after a coast, wide and stupid and total. That was the window. It was not a big window. It was the kind you climb through sideways, with a child under one arm and no dignity left to speak of.
"Wren. Hold on. Whatever you see, do not let go."
She held on. The kid had a grip like a debt collector.
