“In fact,” Salvadore said, as though she hadn’t realized it already. “We’re going to need the two of you to join your friend in the cell there. Right now.” At his word, the guards on either side of him lifted their clubs, looking eager. No doubt they’d been waiting for this moment. “Oh, and I wouldn’t bother thinking you can magic your way out of this…” Salvadore reached into his pocket, lifting up something made of deep red metal. It looked a little like clockwork, though Olivia couldn’t identify what it might do. “You’re so dependent on your powers. Take them away, and it’s like…” He twisted something with his claw.