building, thrummed beneath my touch. Magic darkened and rippled away from me, like water beneath a soft wind.
The glyphs shifted from one discipline to another as I made my way around the room. Faith, Death, Blood, Life. Nothing seemed strained, strange, or out of place. All magics flowed and merged in harmony I’d never seen before. All magic working together as one.
If something here was draining the well, I didn’t think it was in this room.
I stopped next to Zayvion, in front of Greyson’s cage. I had every intention to Hound that cage. I wanted to know that it could really hold him. The binding, holding, and ward spells were strong, but there was a hint of something, a darkness beneath them, that worried me.
I wondered if the spells were being drained like the well. I reached out to touch the cage. The spells were strong. Whole.
Greyson growled, animal gaze fixed on my face.
He saw me. Or my dad in me. I was sure of it. And I was sure Greyson was not blind to what was going on in the room.
“You are mine.” His voice was little more than shadow scraping skin, but I felt it to my bones.
“Like hell,” I whispered. I pulled my hand away and I released the magic, letting my senses snap back into more normal ranges. I walked away from the cage, away from the murderer in the cage, even though doing so made me want to run. Got three steps before I found Zayvion stood so near me, I almost ran into him.
“Not good,” I said quietly.
He frowned, then brushed his fingertips down my cheek, tracing the whorls of magic and wiping away the sweat.
Sweet hells. Hounding the room hadn’t been as easy as I thought. I was exhausted. I blinked, my eyes staying closed a little too long, and realized if I blinked again, I’d be asleep.
Zay’s hand ran over my right arm, a warmth, a comfort. He drew me farther from the cage, and a little bit of his strength flowed through our connection and into me. I felt more awake.
Still, I wanted to take his hand and tell him we had to leave now. Before the cold, sticky flow of magic inside me got worse. Before Greyson got better at seeing me. Before that cage fell apart. Before the storm hit.
But I did not do that.
He stepped away from me, and I did from him too. We had business to take care of. Maybe even a city to save.
Like superheroes.
Right.
“I don’t see anything out of place,” I told Maeve. “But I’ve never Hounded the room under normal circumstances. If you were bringing me in to see if someone had cast a spell to purposely change the flow of magic in the well, I didn’t see anything that could accomplish that.”
She visibly exhaled. Oh, she had been very, very worried about what I would find. And that worried me. If she thought it was that likely someone would come in here and mess up the well, I was more than a little terrified at their security measures.
“It’s a start. Thank you.” She strode across the room to the staircase, and Zay and I followed.
“Did you think someone broke in?” I asked.
“No, but not all members of the Authority have the same agendas. There is always the chance someone has played their hand.”
Why can’t the secret, powerful magic users all just get along?
“The meeting is at ten o’clock,” she said. “Upstairs. I want all three of you there.”
Shame scoffed.
“Yes, even you, Shamus Flynn. You’ll not shirk your duty this time.”
This time? That sounded interesting.
Still crouched in the center of the room, Shame straightened, then strolled toward the stairs. He wasn’t looking at his mom, or at us. His eyes were on Greyson. And Greyson’s eyes were still on me.
Shame frowned, tipped his head to get a better angle on Greyson’s gaze. Followed it. Right to my eyes. Raised his eyebrows when he found Greyson’s gaze ended at me.
Yeah, I didn’t like it either. And the less time I was in Greyson’s eyesight, the better. I turned and walked up the stairs.
Weird, weird, weird.
Only my tennis shoes and Maeve’s boots made noise. Zay was Zay. Silent. Brooding. When he carried himself like that, he was a force, a darkness, a power.
I was glad he was on our side.
Once at the top, Maeve called down to Shame. “Come up, now. Jingo Jingo will be by soon to look in on Greyson. I don’t want