Nidar let us off on the roof of his grand hotel building, still under temporary construction and closed to the public.
Bada and I were standing on the top of twenty stories in downtown London, hair blowing in the wind of the rising helicopter propellors, both wearing all black expandable jumpsuits complete with bulletproof vesting.
We had changed into our Dragonite forms, and while together, our attraction was even stronger. Not in physical nature, but a mental connection that neither of us had before with anyone.
I was in possession of a walking stick. It was a replica given to us by Nidar, and not "the" walking stick that Cedric wanted so badly. Before we landed, Nidar told us why Cedric was so obsessed with the artifact,
