Chapter - 60
As Lucius stepped out of the Police station, the air outside was thick with smoke and smelt of blood. Shattered glass crunched under Lucius's boots as he stepped out of the ruined police station, the broken doors behind him hanging like crooked jaws.
His hands and clothes were still stained with blood. Some of it was his, but most of it belonged to those masked men. His collar was torn, his hair disheveled, and a strange, euphoric calm had taken hold of him. He rolled his neck once, cracked his knuckles, and turned down the dark alley beside the station.
But while he was lost in his own triumph, that's when he almost bumped into someone.
Lucius froze, hand halfway to the hidden knife he had smuggled out of the police station in his coat. But when he saw the man standing before him he stopped.
He was the familiar, Old, silent and dead-eyed old man who he met in Udaipur, and with whom he flew back across half the world.
