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The Aviator briskly walked towards the fire, half pretending to make sure the guests got away from the burning bar in time, half guarding the Bird’s Eye.
Silas, invisible, casually walked over to the eagle. He frowned at the Bird’s Eye. He needed to be able to pick the thing up, and in order for that to happen, he needed to get emotional.
That wasn’t hard at all. He thought about Queen Ciel, thought about how she had trapped him here, first in this strange world, and then in the catacombs, and then finally in this incorporeal form. He thought about his old life, back in England, and then eventually in the U.S.
He thought about Sandra.
That did it for him. Fighting back a scream of rage, he reached down and snatched up the Bird’s Eye.
The Aviator saw the artifact floating in midair, and moved to stand in front of it, shielding it from the view of everyone running away from the bar fire.