XV
Miri pushed through a crowd in the lobby of The Frog Building.
The tall, glass-enclosed atrium extended three stories high. Offices looked down on the large space, and green paper lanterns hung from the rafters, rotating in the air-conditioned breeze.
There was a convention going on. A magic convention. Saleselves stood at tables, demonstrating new spells and grimoires. Fireworks of magic and purple and pink flashes exploded throughout the convention, but she ignored them.
She passed under a palm tree and thought of Lucan, Earl and Celesse. They were still suffering right now. If she didn’t do something, she might never see them again.
She must have looked like a mess. After hours of interrogation and a long bus ride, she had made it here.
She had to find Frog.
Their plan hinged
