"I said seal the door, Rurik. Not weld it to the molecular structure of the universe."
Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. He was standing in the main hallway of the East Wing, watching Rurik work.
The Wolf Lord had taken the order "secure the nursery" very literally. He had ripped a massive iron gate off a dungeon cell, dragged it upstairs, and was currently using his lightning magic to melt the hinges onto the nursery doorframe.
Sparks flew everywhere. The smell of ozone was thick in the air.
"It needs to be tight!" Rurik shouted over the crackling electricity. "If air can't get in, ghosts can't get in! That's science!"
"That is suffocation," Cassian corrected, walking by with a stack of spell-scrolls. "Please leave a ventilation shaft, you oversized battery. The children need oxygen."
Inside the nursery, the vibe was tense.
