We started down the stairs, me and my new furry companion, and I gathered all my weapons that belonged to me. As we passed Detective Blake Friday, our feet splashed in a tinged-black pool of blood around him. The ink from his tattoos, I realized. Maybe he'd spelled them on himself with Paul's magic to make himself look like a cool Brotherhood member or whatever.

Cleo paused at the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the sea of broken crystals with a hell-no face.

"How much do you ...