He stood, letting blood fall from his hands, then took two quick steps to where the organ-transfer case lay and set it upright. Popping the clasps that held the lid, he opened it. I could hear the scrunch of plastic as he pulled back the protective gel pack to reveal the head that lay beneath it. And as I heard that heaven-sent sound, I prayed that Vargas had wanted to keep his magical abilities honed and pure, that he hadn’t ever had any cyberware implanted in his body. Like a toxin filtration system, for example . . .