“Fine.” He sat down, yanked some room into his jeans, and crossed his legs. “One other thing.”

“This time isn’t at all like that time. This time there’s only one wizard, not three. Or two.”

Tony shrugged. “He thinks there’s a chance you can beat him or he wouldn’t have put this much work into finding you. Besides, new world—new rules.”

“What are you talking about? He’s evil; he doesn’t follow rules!”

“Not those kind of rules.” He had to believe she was being deliberately obtuse. “You told me it takes time to learn to manipulate the energy of a new world. You’ve had the time; you’ve had seven whole years that he hasn’t. All he has are shadows.”

“All he has?” Arra snorted.

“Yeah, and if we don’t stop him by tomorrow evening, he’ll control everyone who watches Live at Five.”

“What?”

The expression on her face was everything he could have hoped for. “It’s a two-for-one deal—double your pleasure, double your fun. It’s a search for you and it’s a conquest. Hell, for all I know it could also be a dessert topping.”

“Tony!”

“He’ll probably do the people who produce Live, too, come to think of it—that’ll give him access to their studio, the morning show, the noon show, the news, and a whole lot more people.”

“Tony, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Television.” He buried his fingers in the sand. “Shadows made of light. Your Shadowlord’s going to use it to create enough shadow-held to find you, help destroy you, and then take over the world. Henry said it way back in your apartment: evil is never content with what it has. It has to keep moving, keep acquiring.”

“He doesn’t know anything about television!”

“He knows what I know. And he’s a smart guy with access to everyone in the studio; he’s figuring it out.”

Her eyes widened. “He’s in the studio? He’s here?”