Everyone was breaking again. Liora watched the city lights blur past the cab window and tried not to think about how familiar leaving felt. Cassian had insisted they abandon everything touched by the studio’s magic. The enchanted sedan. The penthouse apartment. Their clothes. Their phones. Even the stupidly expensive magic coffee machine Kael kept threatening to throw off the balcony. Now they sat in an ordinary black cab that smelled faintly of old upholstery, cheap air freshener, and diesel. Human. Safe, supposedly. Behind them, the glowing towers of the Magical City faded into the distance, all polished glass and shimmering runes, beautiful cages stacked toward the sky. Ahead, the streets grew narrower. Neon signs flickered over cracked sidewalks. Old takeout boxes rolled against

