9
Lincoln and I turn down another creepy-dark hallway in my mega-mansion home, our footsteps echoing in weird ways on the black marble. After the Ghost Tower igni-steal with Adair, we’re hitting the gymnasium to talk to my father.
As we close in on the gym, the corridor echoes with familiar noises: the unmistakable thwacks, rips, and slashes of a battle. Based on the way the punches sound when they connect, the opponent’s one of the dummy demons that Dad brought in for battle practice.
Lincoln arches his right eyebrow. “Xavier has faux-demons in here?”
“Oh, sure. He brought in his best equipment from Heaven. You won’t believe what he’s done with our gym. Gutted a whole wing of the building to build it.”
A sense of pride bubbles up through me. It’s so cool to have a badass archangel de
