Mr. Flores shook his head as his lips pursed. "A dragon that speaks English. Not something you see every day." He stepped closer to the beast, his hand still clutching the gun. "Listen, you overgrown lizard, I'm under no spell. And if you want to survive the night, you'll come with me."
Charlee placed a hand on Kraannaannn's snout. "We can trust him. We have to trust him."
The dragon huffed and licked his sharp teeth. He inched his head closer to Mr. Flores. "If you lie, you'll be my first kill."
Sandra's dad scratched his chin. He eyed Charlee. "When this is over, you and I will have to have a talk about setting some boundaries. First off, no more witches or monsters-and definitely no dragons in my city."
Fourteen-year-old Charlee Smelton is a Guardian, a path forced upon her by fate. She's come to accept this fact after fighting to save Earth, the world she thought was her home, and the magical world of Janasara, the true home of her bloodline.
But the fight is not over.
Once more, Charlee must stand against not only her great aunt, the sorceress Theodora, but also an ancient evil-the Brotherhood-seeking to be reborn and to conquer worlds. If she is to save the universe, she'll have to put her faith in the last person across the dimensional divide she would have turned to for help-a person who knows the truth about the cursed medallion that calls to Charlee.
A war is coming, and her very soul is on the line.