The Boy Who Befriended a Dragon

Previously

…Uh oh. This was not good. Sparky, sensing my panic, let out a tiny, innocent squeak from under my bed. I managed a weak smile. “Must be your imaginations,” I said, forcing myself to meet their eyes. “Or maybe a neighbor is having a barbecue.” They didn’t look entirely convinced, but they let it slide. For now. But I knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning. My amazing, wonderful, cheese-puff-loving secret was starting to leave a trail of smoky breadcrumbs, and I had a feeling the real mystery was only just beginning.