Juri carried me into an open room connected to a wide patio and the decrepit dock beyond it. We were at the back of the club, the part hidden from street level, visible only from the water. It seemed like most of the walls on this level had been blasted away by grenades. Bodies were everywhere. Henry jogged across the patio, and the sight of his scarecrow silhouette made Juri tense.

“Couldn’t catch ’em,” Henry panted as he vaulted through the gaping hole where a picture window had once been. He stopped dead when he saw us standing there. “A bunch of them got away,” he said to us, looking disgusted. “They’d turned every single prisoner, except for her.” He nodded at Tegan. “We’ll definitely have cleanup to do tomorrow.” He inclined his head toward me, squinting in the darkness. “You okay, Captain?”

Juri’s fingers curled into my side, a warning. “I’m all right,” I said. “I’ll be better once Raphael works on me a little.”

Henry locked eyes with Jim over my shoulder. “Maybe we should summon him now,” he said, taking a step forward.

“You’ll be fine, won’t you?” Juri asked me, looking at me in a way that told me my answer had better be yes.

“I’ll live,” I whispered.

Jim chuckled and squeezed Tegan. “Look at us acting like such cavemen. Can you walk, baby?”

Tegan looked up at Jim and nodded shakily. He set her on her feet, kissed her with aching tenderness, and then nodded at me. “Don’t be such a girl, Captain.”

I laughed airlessly. “Sorry about that.” I straightened my legs.

Juri gave me a tight smile and allowed my feet to slide to the ground. “We should get to the car. I have no doubt one of the escaped hostages will have called the police by now.” He sounded so much like Malachi that I winced.

His fingers closed around my upper arm. “Lead the way, Captain,” he said smoothly, giving me a gentle push toward the gaping picture window that would be our exit.

I turned to Tegan. “Let’s go.”

She gave me a frightened look as we walked toward the windows. Well, she walked. I hobbled. One of my legs was starting to go numb. From behind us, Jim’s easy, friendly voice called, “Hey, Malachi. You forgot your staff.”

I turned in time to see Juri look over his shoulder.

Right as Jim slammed the staff into his face.

The enraged roar that came from Juri betrayed him for what he was. He covered his face and stumbled back, and Henry lunged forward and grabbed Tegan, nearly tossing her waifish body over the windowsill.

“Run,” he said. “Get to the street.”