She stared at the silver bands of metal around her wrists.Lyre fidgeted beside her, standing with his back against the wall and his cuffed hands trapped behind him. Apparently, he was more dangerous than her, so his wrists were behind his back. His eyes darted around the empty space, returning every few seconds to Ash.The draconian was leaning against the same wall as Lyre but was slouched in semi-consciousness. If the prefects thought Lyre was dangerous, then they thought Ash was a walking atomic bomb. Not only was he cuffed, but he’d also been collared with a magic-depressor and gagged. It was the former making him so drowsy he couldn’t focus. Shimmers kept rippling over him in random patterns as his dampened magic weakened the glamour that made him look human.All daemons were a little—or a lot—paranormal in appearance, but most of them could use magic to disguise themselves. Completely changing their appearance took a huge amount of magic, but they could fool the eyes and the senses with touches of power.
