“This is how you found your way out when you ran from Doug,” I say, tracing the exits. These were the tunnels I spent years searching for—the ones Lyon caught me looking for and knew I was desperate to find. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a map?” For that matter, why hadn’t Lyon?

I tip the page, angling it to read Lyon’s markings and notations. Directly under the Control Room, a stairwell opens into a corridor flanked with nearly a dozen small square rooms. Holding cells.

I turn to face her, keenly aware of the bow at her back. “You told me you had no idea where Doug was keeping Fleur. Why would you keep this from me?”

She eases away from me, one hand poised to reach for her quiver. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks streaked with cavern filth. Lyon trusted Kai. Trusted her enough to give her a map he hadn’t even shared with me. Why? What else were they hiding from me?

“Who were you to him?”

“Someone who could help you.”

“Before or after you shot me?” She flinches as I back her into a corner. “Who were you to him when he gave you this map?”

Her heel connects with the wall. “I was lost, like you! I was alone and scared, and I just wanted to be with my sister. Lyon gave me the map, and I thought he could help us, but I was wrong.”

Her admission feels thin, like she’s hiding something. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing.” Her sigh is shaky, like she’s trying not to cry. “I screwed up. Lyon gave me this map because he trusted me. I broke that trust when I joined the Guard. And now I’m trying to fix it. I’m trying to help you. That’s all.”

“If you were trying to help me, why didn’t you tell me about the map?”

“Because I didn’t trust you not to take it and ditch me. And I need you to help me find my sister.”

She didn’t tell me about the holding cells because she wanted me to take her to Boreas, so she could find her sister first. Her sister, who tried to murder my friends for a bounty. “Good luck with that.” I fold the map into my pocket and turn for the door. Lyon kept things from me. Kai kept things from me. The only person I trust right now is myself.

“Wait,” she cries, rushing after me. “You still need me. I can still help you.”

“Thanks, but I think I can navigate this place on my own.”

“You’re a fool if you think you can take Doug down by yourself.”

“Believe me, you’re the last person I want watching my back.”

“Because you don’t need a spotter, right?”

“Right.”