As unhappy with the prospect of having those tranqs turned on him as he was, Reid was pissed the hell off. Right at the moment, the most annoying thing of all was having such a persistent guy on his case, rather than any of the specifics underlying their meetings.

Before Shadow even finished speaking, Reid thrust with his braced legs, kicking the table out from under Shadow.

He touched a hand to his forehead in frustration, blocking one of his eyes--having gone black as night--from view. The instinctive thought to add a dose of magic and send the table skating along the floor like a rogue pinball had been there, but the sudden crackle of Power in his chest hadn’t… added anything. Done anything.

Fuck the table, fuck the notebook, Reid couldn’t do a damn thing anymore.