But Xander and I remain in place, looking down at the remaining four eagles at the table. I smirk at my dragon-brother and he smirks back, raising a hand where brilliant red flames aggressively spark to life. We don’t leave until the screaming ends and there are five crispy bodies on the floor. We head back up the stairs with Xander throwing fireballs behind him, but back inside the shop, he lingers at a rack.
