Like a wave of aggression pumping from a rioting crowd. As they raced away from the Grand Canal, Luca flew deeper into the maze of Venice’s waterways. He flew straight through one narrow canal and below saw the water turn violent, boats capsizing. People’s screams filled the air. With Rayne held tight to him, Luca flew under a small bridge. Behind him, the bridge shattered in a spray of rubble. Damn you, Caecius. The dead end canal was no longer an option. With Caecius so enraged, Luca couldn’t afford to risk him infecting all the people nearby and creating a brawl. Luca flew higher and headed toward the open sea. He had to find somewhere less populated. Ahead he saw the arch of islands that separated the Venetian Lagoon from the Adriatic Sea. Suddenly Caecius roared over him then darted downward toward the last island, where a bell tower speared high into the air.
