Frantically, I scraped sand off the cigar box. It looked deceptively easy to open, but when I attempted to pry the lid up, nothing happened. It wouldn’t budge, and I knew no efforts of mine would make it happen. Turning to the watch I’d taken from Dante, I peered at it. The face was a pale brown marbleized pattern—one that easily blended in with the seal. It was an ingenious hiding spot. I smashed the watch against the cigar case, and on the third try, the glass cracked. I plucked away the pieces and tried to pull up the face. It was embedded firmly. Taking a small shard of the watch’s surface, I slipped it under the seal’s edge, and after a few moment’s pressure, everything fell apart, and . . . there was no seal.

I stared. Gears, watch hands, pieces of glass, and the face . . . but no seal. Seth had been certain. I had been certain. Dante had no other place on him that he would keep it. Carter had said it was possible that the summoner might hide the seal elsewhere, and if Dante had done that, we were screwed.

“Fuc—”

I cut my own profanity off and stared at my wrist, at the glittering watch winking up at me. No. Surely it wasn’t this obvious. Dante had given me the watch before Jerome had been summoned, and then I’d lost it right around the time of the summoning. I’d blamed it on myself, but was it possible that Dante had actually briefly taken it back . . . ?

Jerking the watch off my wrist, I didn’t hesitate to give it the same treatment as Dante’s watch. It killed me to shatter that beautiful gold-and-glass piece of work, but when the filigree face popped out, I found a piece of smoky quartz that complemented Grace’s. Dante needed more credit. He’d kept the seal close to him and hidden it where no one who was looking for it—i.e., me—would ever think to search.

The seal was useless, though, without the other half. Looking up, I saw that Grace had her hand around Roman’s neck and was lifting him off the ground. He was completely limp. I didn’t quite understand, but something told me he’d completely shut off all his power. Why? It was suicide. I wanted to scream, to run over and save him, but there was nothing I could do. Her back was to me, but I could imagine the gleam in her eyes.

“When I kill you,” she hissed, “my position will be secured.”