"Stuck? What the-" Before Coby had time to try to wrap his head around the idea, he was already sending up a prayer to Anael, who'd come when he could. He always came when Coby prayed to him, sometimes it just took a little while.

"But how? Why?" Coby shook his head. He and Curnen had been through some weird shit, and London had been all kinds of messed up. But at least maybe since she was here and said it was magic, it wasn't that his brain weasels had run amok.

This time.