Phenex traipsed over to a wall that had been transformed into a massive whiteboard. He yanked off the top of a pen with his teeth and then scribbled a drawing of the building’s interior. The blue ink showed a maze of corridors. Wherever we were going, it wasn’t a little apartment in Hell’s Kitchen.

“Here.” He stabbed a hole he’d left at the bottom edge of the drawing. “This is the door. You go down this hall, hang a left, and go all the way down here. Bathroom’s inside this door. There are four stalls. Wait until it’s empty, and then climb out the window here. A fire escape’s just outside it. Easy way out. No one will even know you’re gone.”

I swallowed hard and ignored the tension pounding against my skull. “Yep, no problem at all.”

Az frowned. “What if someone sees her going into the bathroom?”

Phenex shrugged. “Humans go to the bathroom all the time. No one will notice.”

My brows arched. “Humans go to the bathroom all the time? As opposed to supernaturals…?”

From the kitchen, Caim barked out a laugh. “Depends on the supernatural.”

Okay, this was weird. And potentially TMI. I didn’t really want to think about the bathroom habits of demons. Still, my gaze drifted to where Serena lounged on the sofa with a new book in hand. She’d moved on from brutal stabbings in the dark and was now onto a faerie romance.

She shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I’m not a demon.”

So, werewolves were a yes. Demons…no? What about vampires? Probably also a no. They were the undead after all. Weird.

“Can we please stop talking about toilet habits and get back to the task at hand?” Bael drawled as he stepped up to the whiteboard. He tossed a soccer ball in his hands as he stared at the messily-drawn map.

Phenex nodded. “Mia, are you happy with where the bathroom is? You okay with climbing out onto the fire escape?”

“Probably?” I said, my voice more of a question-mark than a statement. “How many stories up is it? Four? Twelve?”

“Forty-seven,” Phenex said evenly.

My mouth dropped open. “Forty-seven?”

Shit, oh shit, oh shit. I wasn’t afraid of heights per se, but climbing out of a window forty-seven stories high was pure insanity. Fire escapes were wobbly, rusted things. And I’d have to climb down forty-seven ladders to reach the ground.

I needed to sit.

“She looks pale,” Valac said from where he perched on a chair in the back corner. He was hidden in the shadows. Pretty typical for him. “Humans do that when they’re scared.”