XXXI
Lucan started up the steps to the revolving door entrance of the skyscraper when he heard a voice.
“Lucan, wait!”
It was his uncle. Ennius jogged after him, and when he reached the top of the steps, Lucan punched him in the face.
“Gah!” Ennius cried.
Lucan shook his fist. “You want some more, come a little closer.”
Ennius wiped blood from his mouth. “I came to help you.”
“You’ve helped enough, you son of a b***h,” Lucan growled. “You shouldn’t have brought Madelaide.”
“It’s my fault,” Ennius said. “I know. I was trying to get back at you. But I never thought this would happen.”
“That makes two of us, but her blood is still on your hands.”
“We’re going to bring her back,” Ennius said, patting a stack of grimoires in his pocket.
Lucan wanted to punch him again. But he knew Da
