Knight was gone for ten eternal minutes before he finally reappeared inside the lobby. He gave us a look, then turned as if to signal for us to follow. Becca texted Cat again to ensure she was kept in the loop, then used her magic to unlock the door. The old building housed various offices for small businesses, with a directory next to the elevator listing its occupants. While the Huntsman building had been renovated from the ground up, others in the area like this one were hanging onto their last days of service like a geriatric gardener desperate for new knees. I wasn’t sure when it had been built, but it was long, long ago. When Knight turned into a dark stairwell, we flicked on a light and followed him down into the basement. My stomach roiled with the sense of familiarity for my surro
