A cloud of smoke and the tang of ozone were rising from the apparatus.
The far shores of old albion were calling diane home. Vaughan pulled up short and swore into his collar. He spun about to escape the sight, to strike at the creature that betrayed him a slim, slight shadow stood there, wrapped in a dark cloak. Perhaps it was an attempt to separate, to place mirym where she might overhear conversations among the house staff, or to put nikki.