“Got it,” I said around a long exhale, then eyed the nearby camera. The only evidence of Jax was a silver dusting slipping from it, almost unseen in the bright light. I had a fleeting thought that I hoped I could trust Jax; then I berated myself.

“Give me a sec,” Jenks said. “Jax will tell you when I’ve got the next camera.”

I didn’t even have time to nod before Jenks took off, skimming just below the ceiling and around the corner. Almost immediately I heard a faint, almost ultrasonic wing scrape, and I winced when Jax shouted for us to move.

“Let’s go,” Ivy said, breaking into a jog. Nick was quick to join me, and we loped down the empty corridors, the pixies trading off their positions as each one found the next camera.

I was starting to think that we just might be lost down here and that the pixies were leading us in circles when Jenks doubled back. A spike of fear dropped through me at the glitter of orange dust. “Back!” he said, waving his arms. “Someone’s coming!”

Nick turned to run, but it was too far away to hope to get around the last corner. I grabbed his arm to keep him from moving as Ivy kicked the handle of the nearest office door. It popped open, and I shoved him in. Ivy was close behind, and I crouched, holding the door shut with an ear pressed to the crack.

“Stay put,” I heard Jenks whisper, knowing he was talking to Jax, who couldn’t possibly hear him. “Just stay put, son.”

The scent of vampire twined around me like a vine, and I stiffened. I glanced up to see Ivy standing right over me, tense and listening to the approaching steps. It sounded like two people, and I hoped the frame wasn’t visibly damaged. Feeling my attention on her, Ivy looked down and smiled, sharp pointy canines catching the light. Just when I forget what she is …

The voices of the two people chatting grew stronger. “It’s two lab guys,” Jenks said. “You want their cards? They might help in getting out.”

I had an image of two geeky guys tied up and shoved into a closet, scared and noisy. “No,” I said, standing up and backing away from the door. “Not worth the risk.”

His wings clattered in indignation. “It’s not a risk.”

Ivy had her ear to the door, her cast held tight to her middle. “Shut up. Both of you.”

Brow furrowed, I held my breath as they passed. Ivy slowly stood. Her hand went to the door; then she froze at a sudden shout.

“Shit,” I whispered, adrenaline spiking at the sudden thumping of running feet. We’d been spotted.