"Hurry, sir! Step on the gas, now!" Julian ordered, his voice raspy as he held back the rage exploding in his chest.
The Rolls-Royce driver didn't ask questions. He spun the wheel sharply, letting the tires screech as they slid out of the Sinclair campus parking area. Julian still clutched the ancient dagger that had pierced his leather seat, letting the fresh blood stain his palm. His eyes kept scanning the rearview mirror, searching for the black-robed figure on the library roof, but the man had vanished like smoke in the wind.
"Sir, are we being pursued?" the driver asked, his eyes alert for any approaching cars.
"Not a normal pursuit. Keep driving to the Research Tower construction site," Julian replied. He turned toward the window, watching the rain begin to wet the glass. They dar
