“For a school of witches obsessed with illusions,” Caine said, “I expected something with a little more pizazz.”

“’Only when you see things for what they are can you make them what you choose,’” Mirra said. She grinned self-consciously. “Or so Illumine Duvane always says.”

The three of them stood, side-by-side, staring down at the gray, unfriendly building below.

“Ready?” Vix asked quietly.

“No,” Caine said. “But then I doubt I’ll ...