I called Levi, but the call went straight to voicemail. Despite Priya's crazy tech skills, we'd never managed to get tracking software on him.

I'd have to make a House call.

Stuck at a red light by the plaza at the Vancouver Art Gallery, a common gathering space for protests, I drummed my fingers as a crowd chanted in favor of the dissolution of all Houses in Canada.

From day one, the Untainted Party had hit the ground running, stirring up anti-magic sentiment. ...