XXVII
Lucan adjusted a black silk bow tie in front of a full-body mirror. He had done a pretty good job applying mousse to his hair despite only being able to use one arm. Celesse had helped him into his tuxedo, and now he was staring himself down in his penthouse as the stars twinkled into the sky above.
His penthouse was quiet—just how he liked it. He heard tap water running in the bathroom—Celesse was finishing up.
He grabbed a remote off his bed and turned on a TV mounted on his wall. His face was on the screen as a news reporter read a report.
“We have a report that Lucan Grimoire was in fact behind the incident at the Ancestral Bogs a few nights ago. According to this report, released by Grimoire’s campaign, he excavated a tomb belonging to the notorious dragon lord, Old Dark. Th
