XXXI
Lucan took one look around the factory, and the only thing he could do was curse.
The dragon’s muzzle lay on the floor along with buckets of half-eaten meat. Dark, Miri, and Earl were talking, and it sounded like the dragon understood what they were saying.
“What the hell is this?” Lucan asked, ripping off his sunglasses.
“Lucan,” Miri said, taken aback, “I’m glad you’re here. We were just—”
Lucan stomped across the factory floor and tore past Miri. He slid his grimoire out of his pocket, activated the wheel, and selected a paralysis rune. A bright blast slammed into Dark, making him rigid. The dragon tried to yell, but his mouth was held open in mid-roar.
“What are you doing?” Miri cried. She grabbed his arm, but he smacked it away.
“Gus! Orion!” he screamed. “Quit lagging and
