“There are plenty more places to search, God help us. Where do we look next?” Luke gave him a look that tried hard to be exasperated. Rufus said, “Don’t you dare deny me this. I want to find it. I’d prefer if there was a map, of course, ideally written in dried blood.” “You’re ten years old at heart, aren’t you?” Luke muttered, and Rufus took the casual jibe like a gift.
