“Go, go, go!” Jenks shrilled, darting from the front to the back of the car like he was on steroids. “Communication is down, but they know what they’re doing, and it will be up in three minutes! You gotta get through the gate by then!”

The security guy was fumbling with his radio, and Ivy hit the gas, maneuvering the big car in a tight circle to head for the faint patch of lighter dark that was the exit. Jax landed on Nick’s shoulder, the winded pixy breathing hard and his wings drooping. Keeping up with his dad was harder than it looked. We were going to do this, and I started to laugh, taking the canvas off my back and laying it across my knees so I wouldn’t squish it.

“We’re not out yet,” Ivy said as Nick braced himself to keep from hitting the roof when we bounced out of the underground garage and into the dark. “We have the gate to get through.”

“Piece of cake,” I said, remembering the flimsy gate I’d busted through the last time.

“Rachel, that was fantastic!” Nick was saying, his image blurring as the car’s jostling made his aura shift. “The stuff you could do. My God, you went right through that wall!”

Sobering, I pushed back to a corner. “Yeah,” I said, looking at the bump in his pocket, and his expression looked wondering at my less-than-enthusiastic response. “The stuff I can do. Is that all you see? How to use magic to steal stuff? I’m doing this to save my life. And I’m giving the picture back.” My eyes went to his pocket. “I’m not a thief.”

The car grew quiet. Nick’s pensive features made him look even less like Trent. Jax was on his knee, the pixy with his head between his knees as he tried to get his sugar levels back where they belonged until his dad threw a ball of something at him and he ate it.

“We’ve got people in the road,” Ivy said. “And a big gate. What do you want to do?”

Shifting to the middle, I looked. The front gatehouse was all lit up with big lights to look like day. There was a new, much more substantial gate, and a big sign warning cars to stop to avoid tire damage. Swell. Trent had gotten a new gate. I should have guessed. “Um, stop?” I said, heart pounding as I shoved my belt pack in place.

Coming to a slow halt, Ivy rolled down the window. Nick sat quietly beside me, thinking, which was worrisome all by itself. Jenks and Jax had hidden themselves, but I knew Jenks, at least, could react in an instant. Jax was still recovering. Maybe he, at least, had learned something. The guard on duty, flanked by two more officers, came forward, each taking a door. The tension wound tighter.