Chapter 37. Mystic Joe

Liana's POV

I wore my black hoodie. My favorite one. 

But I didn't wear it because it was my favorite. I wore it along with a black cap, black face mask and black sunglasses. It was to make sure that I was totally unidentifiable. 

Had this been just a few months ago, I would have rolled over laughing over my deeds. 

I was walking on tiptoes, in the middle of the night, with a dagger in my hand. But this was not the weirdest part. 

I was headed to a much weirder place. I was headed to the one famous psychic in our town. Widely known as Mystic Joe. 

No need to judge me. Who in their right senses, goes to those fraudsters for a solution. That had been my attitude too. But I needed to save a dying Dragon, so I was not left with many options. 

The stairs that lead me to the r