““An ancient-looking card table sat in the middle of the room, covered in maps and books. Man, give the Brannicks any space, and they’ll turn it into a War Room. Aislinn took her customary position on one side of the table. “Okay,” she said. “Tell us everything that’s happened.” Cal, Archer, Jenna, and I managed to achieve something truly impressive: the four-way glance. “It’s really complicated,” Jenna said at last. “We used a sixteenth-century warlock trapped in a mirror to tell you where we were,” Dad said dryly. “I think it’s safe to say we’re well-versed in ‘complicated’ by this point.” Archer gave a little laugh. “I like your dad,” he whispered in my ear. “You would,” I muttered back.””
