“Speaking of a full house,” Matteo said, rearranging his decanters and casting Arthie a look, “you won’t be able to enter the Athereum armed. Not even with a renowned pistol such as yours.” Renowned and, what Matteo wasn’t aware of, special. She drew her pistol and shifted it in the light. Gold pooled into the dark abysses of its filigree. Flick was staring; Laith pretended he wasn’t. But they didn’t have to worry about Calibore being seen or getting them kicked out.
