“Just the night chefs. They don’t pay much attention to me.”
“Let’s hope not.” Fifer scowled. “We need to move before Simber finds out what we’re doing out here. Come on.” She took off running across the lawn, toward the jungle. Thisbe and Seth jogged behind.
“Where are we going?” whispered Seth.
Thisbe glanced sidelong at him, her backpack jouncing on her back. She flashed a mischievous grin. “We’re going to rescue the young dragon.�