"Holly Lisle - Minerva Wakes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lisle Holly)

"What an asshole," she muttered.

8 Holly Lisle

As if the little convertible's driver had heard her, the dark-
tinted window on its driver's side rolled down.

The blue dragon leaned its head out of the window and
grinned its cocky grin at her. Then, as the line of traffic
surged forward, the dragon gunned the engine and roared

out into the river of cars.

Minerva floored her own gas peda] and shot after it in

desperate pursuit.

Thirty-five miles per hour through here, Minerva, her
reality-based self growled. A ticket will raise your insurance.

Goddamned dragon driving a goddamned Masda Miata
at fifty, and I'm going to catch it and find oitt why! the rest
of her growled back. Or die trying.

There were, surprisingly, no police cars in sight. She
and the dragon made it through the center of town
without injury, and headed toward suburban streets, and
her house. The dragon kept to the main highway. Minerva
stuck to the dragon. The LTD's speedometer crept to the
eighty-miles-per-hour mark, and then past it. Minerva

didn't care.

One street from her house, the dragon slowed enough to
hang a rubber-burning right- Minerva followed suit, then
gunned after it, accelerating into the curve and giving die
car a little extra gas to cut down the fishtailing as she pulled
the car straight and closed on her target.

The dragon dove into another right, with Minerva moving

in fast.

Then the Miata slowed way down and turned right again
onto an incredibly overgrown dirt road in the middle of what
Minerva would have sworn was a vacant lot the last time she
looked. She stopped. The little sports car's red taillights flick-
ered down tile tunnel-like gloom. She watched them dim,