CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
All three of us froze, but my heart gave a leap for a different reason. The voice belonged to Ben.
I was going to kill him.
“There!” the thin man shouted as he pointed up at the second-floor catwalk.
The balcony was crowded with discarded metal and rusted tools, and among that trash was Ben. Or rather, the Dragon Thief. He sat on the floor in his dark attire with his legs dangling over the edge. His arms were slung over the bottom rail of the balcony guard and his bright red eyes danced with amusement.
“Who are you?” the thin man questioned him.
Ben shrugged. “Merely a curious visitor, good sir. Or should I say, Dr. Myer?”
The thin man scowled at him. “Who are you that you would know my name?”
“Don’t be so modest, doctor,” Ben scolded him as he climbed t
