To Psychic Stones Before Breakfast
The clean room was the wine cellar.
"Of course it's the wine cellar," Luna said, descending the stone steps with her arms wrapped around herself. "Of course the one magically secure location in a four-hundred-year-old compound is where they keep the expensive bottles." She squinted at the labels in the lamplight. "Oh, this is actually an excellent vintage. The universe is giving with one hand and taking with the other."
"The enchantment can't penetrate stone walls of this thickness," Maren said, running her palm along the ancient masonry. "And this cellar predates the current building by at least a century. Nothing modern has been installed. No tech, no wiring that could carry a secondary signal." She nodded, satisfied. "Clean."
Cole had done a sweep
