Chapter 55

The penthouse floor was a wide, sweeping affair with a lot of pale-gray marble and uncomfortable, insanely expensive furniture. The receptionist’s desk was vacant, of course, but the light in Lucian’s office was on, just visible beneath the door. The glass panes to either side of the heavy metal entrance were opaque and, Ellis wagered, bulletproof.

Ellis raised his fist to knock, but the door opened before he got the chance. Shea towered on the other side. Sheldon Horatio Eucristicles Alexander Ollivander III, or simply Shea, was tall, broad, and made of muscle. His brown hair was curly and on the longer side, probably at Lucian’s request. He smiled easier these days than he had when Ellis first met him, and his gold brown eyes were warm. “Hey, Ellis.” Shea offered his hand. It was badly scarred, and Ellis was pretty sure it wasn’t all due to Shea’s work in construction.

“Hi, Shea. Is Clark—”