Coth watched the limo pull away from the blazing apartment building. That had not gone as he expected. Fire light reflected off the scales covering half his hulking body and in his eyes, wet with tears.
That Silas is a walking demolition team. Webb may not have returned here anymore, but he would be upset that this man destroyed the birthplace of his work. This was in many ways a holy site and now it was burning like any other piece of trash in this city.
Coth ducked further into the alley as fire trucks and police vehicles pulled up next to the fire. He had to leave; this place would soon be crawling with government humans. He slipped down the alley, darting through the next street. He didn’t stop until he was two blocks away. Then he pulled out his cell phone.
It had been so e
