showed the Archives in complete disarray. Open books were scattered across
 
 every available surface, and people were rushing everywhere.
 
 “When was this?” I asked, certain it had to be when the Archives was hit.
 
 “The day he escaped. This place was flooded at the same time the marid
 
 attacked Bentham Prison. It was a distraction. Four hours later, Kahanov
 
 showed up.”
 
 A few seconds into the clip, a bright box appeared on the screen, isolating
 
 a figure who was moving warily through the shadows. For one second, he
 
 glanced up, and the video paused.
 
 “That’s him?” Savannah asked, a soft tremor in her voice. She’d never
 
 seen his face. Nor had I, but I clenched my fists and burned the image into
 
 my mind. Got you, asshole.
 
 “Yes,” Neve said quietly. “That’s Kahanov. I can send you other
 
 pictures.”
 
 Savannah swallowed hard and nodded.
 
 Neve slipped her phone into her pocket. “He went directly to the Bound
 
 Tomes and freed the grimoire. Then he vanished with a transport charm. He
 
 knew exactly where he was going…I wonder if the book called to him,
 
 somehow.”
 
 “That’s creepy,” Savannah said absently. “What powers does it give him?
 
 Other than summoning these noctith demons?”
 
 Worry clouded the sky blue of Neve’s eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve gone
 
 through the archivist’s notes on the thing. It’s a guide to the monsters and
 
 realms of the Dreamlands. It promises, of course, unimagi
 
 nable powers to
 
 those that learn its secrets and sleep with their head upon the book.”
 
 My pulse accelerated. “Could he use it to invade the dreams of others? To
 
 stop my wolves from waking?”
 
 Neve nodded. “According to the notes, yes. It can grant the power to
 
 infiltrate and shape the dreams of others. Possibly more.”