XXIV
Lucan reviewed a dossier on his tablet in the back of his limousine. He and Celesse were in a motorcade that drove through the city streets so fast the buildings outside passed by in a blur.
A green serpentine dragon with a white, bustling mane stared back at him. The image was animated, and the dragon’s red eyes glowed as his mane wavered in an imaginary wind. He had a crooked smile and severe wrinkles around his eyes, as if they were crumpled shut.
Dragons. They all had a determined air about them.
Normally he respected that about them, but today, he hated it.
He was still pissed from the encounter with Old Dark. The dragon wouldn’t eat, and there didn’t seem to be anything he could do to convince him otherwise.
Lucan had to shut down an entire manufacturing facility in order
