“He calls me McGyver. Until he stops calling me that, his name’s Theo.”
“I bet McGyver takes. You’re the guy who can do everything, and you have ‘Mac’ in your name.”
“Smith?”
“Cormac.”
macThe others were in the dining room. It was a very odd space. The kitchen was on one side, slotted into the limestone like a child’s toy. When Artemisia looked up, she saw frayed rock and half-formed stalactites and a symphony of light and curve. When she looked across, she saw metal and fake veneer. At the table, it felt like a real dining room, except that the air reflected its passage through the stone. Tomblike. The scent of calcite was tempered by the smell of bad coffee.
Luke was drawing directly on the table. He half-noticed Artemisia and Cormac and he gestured them to sit down.
“Welcome all,”
