She opened her eyes and stared up at a glowing stone ceiling and frowned. She looked down the length of her body and saw the dragon watching her. She shrieked and sat straight up in bed. The dragon didn't move a muscle. He watched her with turquoise eyes that catalogued her every move. She had the sheet pulled up to her eyes. Realizing she must look like a frightened child, she dropped the sheet and tried to act cool and dignified. She couldn't determine if it was morning or night or if she had slept for minutes or hours. She decided it didn't matter as she slipped out of bed and walked behind the wall to wash her face. She took a deep breath before she came out and faced the dragon. Involuntarily, her eyes ran over him. He was monstrous and too large to measure from his glinting black horns to the tip of his tail. It took every ounce of courage she possessed to walk out of the cave. "So, what happens now?" she asked. What do you want to eat? Cara blinked. "Anything, I guess." On that same flat-topped rock, another tray appeared with chicken sandwiches and a glass of iced tea.
