Ausmane inhaled sharply behind me. A black-armoured Furin reappeared, shooting up in the air. Ausmane grabbed my arm. Loud flaps, a rush of air. A hand covered my eyes, but I’d seen them. Long indigo feathers on outspread, dragon-like wings.
“Marvelous!” Randine shouted.
I pried Ausmane’s hands off and ran to the edge of the baluster. I looked at the blue, serene sky. No wings. No feathers. No sharp wind, no whooshing. No Furin. He’d simply vanished into thin air.
“That’s my favourite part,” Randine said heartily, and looked at Ausmane who seemed locked to the ground behind me. “How ever you creatures do that magical display? It’s a shame many don’t have the privilege to see it.”
“Enough, gramps,” Cassiel said, watching my every move. “We need to take her.”
Randine’s eyes moved to me,
