CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
BRADLEY ENDLESS
The tower seemed to go on forever. I had never seen anything so f*****g huge. From within, there was smoke coming out of the windows. A dragon’s tale, long, purple, with scales and wrapped around the tower like it was a toy. It rattled each time the dragon breathed, making the tower move up and down, up and down, as if it were alive.
“Shite,” I hissed, “Clark.”
“Yes Bradley?” Clark said, from where he stood close by, holding Emma’s hand.
“Remind me to kill you when this is all over,” I told him.
“Noted,” said Clark with a grin.
“Has anyone noticed there isn’t an entrance?” Nia asked. “How are we supposed to get in?”
“You’re not,” a voice, female, and smooth, like smoke, or an old movie starlets from too many cigarettes, replied. The drag
