Toria closed her eyes in brief dismay when thunder rolled through the apartment. That wasn’t supposed to happen. When the glassware in her impromptu laboratory stopped rattling on its shelves, she peered at the beaker and dagger in her hands. The silver solution coating the bottom and sides of the beaker had transformed into a black chalky substance. The blade didn’t look much better. Useless, now. She plunked both items back on the counter and pulled off her lab glasses.
“What the hell?”
At her partner’s query, the containment spell collapsed around her in sparkles of violet light. When the last vestiges faded, Toria waved her glasses at the doorway. “Hey.”
Kane stepped into her lab—also known as the corner kitchen of their apartment—with an over-exaggerated hesitant expression. “Am I
