Voices were echoing down from the unseen open walkways two stories above us. They were growing tense, and I silently prayed I wouldn’t hear Trent’s. “Just keep moving,” Ivy said, her hand on my back, and I shivered. The twin doors to the kitchen were a relief, the empty stainless-steel counters even more so. Just fifteen more feet, and we’d be in the garage. I’d be willing to bet Nick could hotwire a car if it didn’t have the keys in it.

I’m going to steal another one of Trent’s cars. What is wrong with me? But really, compared to what was strapped to my back, I didn’t think he’d care about the car.

“Sir?” a voice queried behind us, and Nick reached for the big door to the garage. It didn’t move. Damn, damn, damn!

“Shit,” he said as he tugged, his worry looking wrong on Trent’s face.

“It’s locked?” I hissed, and Ivy’s hand left me as she tried the door.

“Sir! “the voice came again, closer, and I stiffened. “Let me get that for you. We went into lockdown. That’s why your card isn’t working. I’ve got a car coming up right now.”

I turned, and his face mirrored my relief. “You’re a blessing,” I whispered, holding my fake middle. Ivy and Nick went one way, and I went the other, allowing the security guard to run his card in the almost invisible card reader. Nothing happened. The little light stayed red, and looking nervous, he ran it again.

This time, it turned green with a friendly little beep, and Ivy pushed the door open. The scent of cold, dark garage and the sound of a running engine slipped in, cool around my ankles. “You need to get that card looked at,” Nick said, lurching after us as Ivy strode to the driver’s door and yanked it open.

I held my middle and ran forward, not waiting for anyone to open the door for me. I dove in, yanking Nick after me when I thought he was moving too slowly. God, he was taking this Trent thing too seriously. He slid in with a show of irritation, and I leaned past him to grab the door and slam it shut.

“Get out, or I’m going to break your arm,” Ivy said, discussing things with the driver. “Ceri needs feverfew, and as her doctor, I’m going to see she gets it.” Too stunned to move, the driver stared until Ivy reached in, plucked him out, and tossed him to land ungracefully at the curb. The watching security officer ran to help him up, only now starting to look unsure.

“Before the sun goes nova?” I said, and two streaks of silver zipped into the car.