XXXII
Lucan and Ennius ran onto the vegetated roof of the skyscraper. Tall grass wavered in the night breeze, and sirens wailed below them at the event center.
Lucan stopped and motioned Ennius to stop. Together they stalked through the grass.
Madelaide was ahead, tied to a metal stake.
“Daddy?” she asked.
A shadow loomed above. Lucan reached into his pocket and cast a protection dome. It appeared just as Old Dark smashed into it.
The blast knocked the dragon backward but Dark flipped and spread his wings, flapping high into the air.
He grinned.
“You certainly came prepared, Lucan Grimoire.”
“Listen up,” Lucan said, pointing at Dark, “We’re going to let my daughter go. After that, we can duel it out if you want.”
“Ah,” Dark said, landing softly, “You don’t like to see someone in
