The day Isabelle met the dragon was the same day she learned, quite by accident, that she was to marry the blacksmith’s son.
“Leslie, what are we doing here?” I say in the dark. My socks are thick with the wet grime of leaves and mulch. Leslie pauses, flashing her light this way, that. “I’m here because there’s a safe that needs to be unlocked. And you’re here because I’m too scared to do this alone. ”