"Magic?" Verity groaned and covered her face. "Oh god. My grandma's gonna get wind of this place and then you'll have a problem."

What was Constantine's opinion on grenades in the library? Just asking. For reasons.

"A mage, you said? Like, not a routewitch or someone with a penchant for accidentally setting things on fire or whatever, but an actual, like, wielder of the arcane arts or whatever?"

If he was a snake cultist, Verity was burning this place around her ears.