She's watching, Grimm said. The pen, not the woman. It knows you're here.
"Good," Soren said. "Let it watch."
He'd left the perimeter intact upstairs, the three of them still asleep in the dorm where he'd counted them the night before.
On his way out the door this morning he'd told all of them the same thing.
Stay upstairs, I'm doing this alone.
Yara had answered by dropping into the wolf shape, falling in beside him before he could finish the sentence.
That was her version of not arguing.
She'd come as Grimm so she could be in the room without being the goddess he'd told to stay put.
He let her.
The bond would carry every second of this anyway, so he'd rather have her teeth in the dark than her temper at his back.
The sub-basement was the only room in the building that had ever held something worth holding.
Right now it held the two of them, a bench, and a pen in a case that looked like a pen and nothing else.
That was the lie of the whole thing.
