The Levitation Loom was rolled up and leaned against the wall in the mudroom, looking like an ordinary, innocent rug.
We were in the library. The fire was roaring, thanks to Silas, who had listened to the entire escape via the earpieces and had a tray of brandy waiting for us when we walked in.
"So," Silas said, pouring a glass for Lucian, who was currently lying on the chesterfield sofa with a cold compress on his forehead. "You didn't find the Crown?"
"We found something worse," Adrien said. He was standing by the fireplace, stripping off his suit jacket. He tossed it onto a chair and rolled up his sleeves. "We found a hole where a Prism used to be."
I sat in the large wingback chair, turning the obsidian key card over in my fingers.
"Castor is stealing raw magic," I explained. "Pri
