"It seems as if wormholes abound," Oliver said with a sour sort of humor. "I was in Chicago before this. I left Las Vegas after all that horseshit about the government trying to control the supernatural population blew up in their faces, at least once my Goddamned legs healed up. Trust me, there's nothing fun about traction."
He stared a little sullenly into his glass, then shrugged one shoulder. "Supposedly there's no way out of here, but I'm still looking for a ley line to use as a power source for a portal, just in case. I'm willing to risk a massive nosebleed to get back to Han-" The mage cut himself off in the middle of the word, biting it off so quickly that the sound of his molars setting together was audible.