He’s spellcasting, Michael realized. He can’t, not in here, the building has a hermetic circle better than– The windows blew in with a rush of flying glass, and a storm-force gale howled into the room. Plates and glasses went flying from the table and Geraint, being closest to the windows was nearly flung from his chair. Michael lunged across and grabbed his arm even as Kristen clung to Serrin. Geraint freed himself from Michael’s grasp and with a Herculean effort managed to struggle to a chest of drawers two meters behind him and wrench a drawer open.