"I can still feel the webs," Daemon answered a moment later. "But the Black's no longer responding at all. No shielding, no spark. Nothing.

"Mother Night!" he cursed in frustration, curling his fingers into a fist and pounding the wall beside him. "Will they never cease meddling? As if taking my jewels didn't weaken me enough as it was, now they've taken all of it. Now I wish I'd just let go and blasted the place while I could this morning."

But he hadn't. There'd been too many innocents in that room who could have been harmed. If he'd unleashed whatever power he'd had left, he wouldn't have been able to pick and choose targets, it would have weakened what he could have done. Still, he'd done nothing, other than lose his temper. And now his magic.