The vial containing the Breath of a Lie sat securely in the glove compartment, wrapped in a silk handkerchief.
“One down, two to go,” Adrien said, merging into the traffic heading toward the city center. “What’s next?”
I opened Elias’s journal. The ink on the page seemed to shimmer, as if the book was pleased we were making progress.
2. The Shadow of a Flame.
“That sounds like bad physics,” Adrien noted. “Flames don’t cast shadows. They are the light source.”
“Unless the light source behind them is brighter,” I mused. “Or unless the flame isn't made of light at all.”
I pulled out my phone. “I’m calling the expert.”
Silas picked up on the first ring. “Tell me you didn't buy any cursed mirrors.”
“We bought a Lie,” I said. “And Adrien paid for it with a memory.”
“Good,” Silas grunted
