26
Something is wrong. I’ve found the fountain of magic, but it’s off somehow. Perhaps Jules made a copy just to screw with people? It seems like something he would do. I pull the partly-assembled Codex Mechanica out from under my arm and hold it before me.
“Is this truly the fountain of magic?” I ask.
The innards of the machine whir as the discs spin and spell out a reply. Knox leans in for a better look. Every time the discs pause, Knox reads the glyphs that appear on the box’s lid. “The fountain of magic … in Julius Caesar’s home … inside the ruined temple.” His ice blue gaze locks with mine. “Why did you ask that, Bry?”
I shiver. “Something about this feels off. I thought this might be a decoy.”
Knox gives me one of his chin-nods. “I get you. This whole thing is wrong.”
Alec thro
