I ran my hand over the cloth, musing. “Weird how?”
“It just … feels weird and looks weird. I mean, look at it. Does that look like something you’d see on TV?”
“It’s spider silk,” I mused. “I think it’s a spider-silk suit.”
“Ewg,” Lawrence said, jerking her hand back. Then she put it on again, more firmly. “That’s so gross.”
“And it’s enchanted,” I mused. I could feel the subtle currents of energy moving through the cloth, beneath my palms. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the familiar shapes of my own defensive wardings, the same ones I worked into my leather coat. I’d taught the grasshopper the basics of enchanting gear by using my own most familiar formulae. She was probably the only person alive who could have duplicated my own work so closely. “Yeah, see? Once I’m wearing thi
