The metal doors to the secret dragon bar shrieked open and I was surprised to find a lot more people inside than last time. The slot machines in the corner were lighting up and dinging happily as a bunch of teenage girls gambled away their money. The tattoo guy was buzzing and etching a dragon in a girl’s arm. No surprise. Dragons were obsessed with themselves.
How would I find Zara in here? Oh, the bar guy seemed to know her pretty well. Maybe he had seen her.
I wormed through the group of aggressive looking punks and really, really hoped Zara was right about how tolerant and accepting everyone was. The one with the pink mohawk gave me a weird glare, and for a moment, I was sure I would find myself in another fight again.
But then he shrugged and stepped to the side, letting me cross t
