If only there was a way to hide the book outside the school, someplace where he could still get to it. But that wouldn’t… wait a second. Fort slapped his forehead, amazed at his own ignorance.

Of course he could hide it outside the school. He could hide the book anywhere on earth, now that he had the teleportation spell!

He quickly flipped the book open, and read the spell again, letting the magic fill him. All he had to do was cast the spell, relearn it quickly, then deposit the book on the other side of the circle. Then he could open a new circle whenever he wanted and retrieve it.

So where in the world should he leave one of the most dangerous books in existence?

What he needed was something secure, like a bank vault. Only it had to be a vault that people didn’t go into very often, a vault that would remain undisturbed, yet still guarded. Something like… Fort Knox?

That could work! Fort prepared the teleportation spell in his mind, picturing the vaults full of gold at Fort Knox in his head. He whispered the words, gestured to the nearby kitchen wall again, then waited for the circle to open.

Nothing happened.

Fort frowned, not sure what he’d done wrong. The spell had worked fine the last time. Was Fort Knox magically protected somehow? No, that couldn’t be possible. The only one who knew anything about Summoning was hopefully hiding from federal agents in an airport with Sierra right now, and there was no way Damian would have cared about protecting the United States’ gold.

So why wouldn’t it work?

He started to open the book to relearn the spell, only to realize the words were still in his head. That made sense… he hadn’t been able to use the magic, so it hadn’t faded from his mind.

But what was the problem?

He pictured the Empire State Building again and recast the spell. This time, the green circle opened without any problem, and the cold New York wind quickly sent a shiver down his spine. Fort winced at the chill and immediately closed the circle.

So the magic still worked, but something about Fort Knox was stopping him.

Fort quickly relearned the spell and tried a new destination, one he knew well: the room he’d lived in at his aunt’s house. Again, the portal opened easily, and he found himself staring at a rowing machine, the one his aunt had moved to storage back when she’d taken in Fort.

But beyond bringing back the exercise equipment, she hadn’t changed anything else. The blanket on the bed was still the one from his old bedroom, and she’d kept all of his pictures up around the room.