Book Three: Chapter 120

Satisfied that Amir wasn’t going to show his face again, Mike set the lions back on their pedestals. They assumed their original form, simple stone statues, once up there, but he could feel their magic burning in his blood still. The sundial had rotated slightly - of all the magical artifacts he had seen so far, he found it ironic that the most powerful defensive magic he had seemed to function like an egg timer. He had only partially twisted it, so he paused long enough to twist it the rest of the way.

Twenty four hours. In the next twenty four hours, he would have to twist it again to keep the lions activated. Part of him secretly hoped that the Society would show back up, magic blazing, only to get snuffed out for good in the middle of the night.

Celebrations were brief. Tink took the goggles from Mike then swatted him on the ass before inspecting the damage to the house. Sofia was using the garden hose to wash the blood off Abella, and Beth sat with Cecilia on the fr