The Sanctuary of Glass looked different through my new eyes.
Before, the Council headquarters had looked intimidating, a sleek, modernist spire piercing the Strasbourg sky, all sharp angles and reflective surfaces. Now, with one eye seeing the physical world and the other seeing the Weave, it looked... fragile.
I could see the stress fractures in the defensive wards. I could see the frantic, buzzing energy of the people inside, scuttling like ants in a glass farm.
"You're smiling," Adrien murmured as he parked the Aston Martin at the curb.
"Am I?" I checked the rearview mirror. I was. It was a small, cold smile. "I just realized that glass houses are very easy to break."
We got out. I wore my black coat, the collar turned up against the wind. Adrien was close beside me, not touching,
