Edward led Iris down the stairs to the control area for the theatre’s lighting system. They’d adjusted the volume of the aether gas so that the lights still had an extra warm and flattering glow and the frequency to a benign level. His hands trembled at the thought of what he would have to do.
Patrick O’Connell stood in front of the bank of dials and levers, shutting it down.
“Stop!” Edward said.
Patrick started, and his frown deepened when he saw them. “What’s happening?”
Iris filled Patrick in while Edward pulled stops and turned dials to crank the lighting system back up to full power. Thankfully it warmed up quickly.
“And Johann wants Edward to turn the aether frequency up so the mad inventor will shoot Cobb,” she finished.
Her words made Edward freeze. It had been one thing when
