Chapter 8 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“I don’t need a dragon,” Oren Bellweather said.

Before I could explain that we had only come for a visit, Tumble stepped out of his basket, walked straight past me, and settled beneath the workbench.

Oren looked down at him. A small screwdriver rested between his fingers, suspended above the open ...