Kane slammed his fist against the door, crimson sparks hissing where his knuckles met Cyrus's magic.
"You bastard!"
He spun away from the door, pacing the length of the penthouse like a caged animal. His fox ears pressed flat against his skull, tail lashing behind him.
Kane pulled out his phone, scrolling through his Bureau contacts.
Emergency bypass protocols existed for exactly this situation—supernatural imprisonment by hostile entities.
He located the BSA ward-breaking app and quickly typed in the penthouse's magical signature, his fingers flying across the screen.
The app crashed immediately.
"What the hell?"
Kane tried again, then switched tactics. He closed his eyes, drawing on his fox spirit heritage, weaving illusions to confuse the barrier's sensors.
Silver light danced around his fingertips as he crafted false identities, phantom signatures meant to trick dragon magic into believing he wasn't Kane Ashwood.
The barrier didn't even flicker.
