“I thought we’d never get to the bottom of this one,” Cyrus said as he and Becca walked up to the destroyed theater. Desmond sat on the sidewalk in human form. Gilberto must have worked his magic.
Ezekiel sat in the middle of the street. His head was bloodied, but he seemed to be okay. Cyrus waved at him and nodded. Somehow, Ezekiel must have known that his dad was okay.
“Where’s Johanna?” Cyrus asked.
A raven flapped down and morphed into Rocco. “She’s on her way. She’s a few blocks over. She got really lucky and landed on a roof.”
Rocco gave Cyrus a fist bump.
“Another adventure behind us,” Cyrus said.
Two hands wrapped around Cyrus.
“And another nymph is toast,” Luna said, pecking him on the cheek.
Cyrus patted her hands.
“I gotta give it to you, Cyrus,” Desmond said. “I’ve see
