I nod. Wishing her luck feels like a shitty thing to say, so I don’t say anything at all.

The tunnel widens ahead. Torchlight flickers through an archway at the end. I pause and hold up a hand, listening. Kai switches off her flashlight. I don’t see any Guards standing sentry at the entrance to the holding cells.

I toss a small pebble through the archway. It clatters across the stone floor and pings off one of the cells. Kai stands ready with her bow as someone stirs. A cool breeze brushes over us.

“There’s a camera to your left, above the door to the first cell.” Chill’s hoarse voice finds me like an answered prayer. I glance back at Kai. She ducks low, peering around the corner, her eyes roving the length of the wall until she spots the blinking red target. She lines up her shot. Her arrow flies true, slicing through the wires. The red light winks out.

I throw myself past Kai into the corridor, rushing past the empty cells, searching for Fleur, my pulse climbing when I don’t see her. A set of bloodied knuckles grips the iron bars at the end of the hall. I reach into Chill’s cell, dragging his face toward the bars until our foreheads are touching.

“Took you long enough.” He smiles, his chapped lips cracked from thirst. I want to rip Doug to pieces for keeping my best friend in a cage.

“Where’s Fleur?”

“I overheard one of the Guards on his radio. Sounds like she got loose and slipped off their radar a few hours ago.”

My held breath rushes out of me. “You okay?” His skin’s clammy but cold. He looks too pale, too thin. If it weren’t for the temperatures down here, I doubt Chill would be able to stand. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. Have you talked to Poppy? Is she okay?”

“She’s safe.” I kneel in front of the lock on his cell, tucking two picks between my teeth. “She’s with Julio, Amber, and Marie,” I say around them, hoping it’s the truth.

He sags with relief. “Where are they?”

“We split up,” I mutter. “Amber and Julio were going to look for you and Fleur. The Handlers should be hiding out in Amber’s old room.”

As I wedge a brace into the keyhole, the temperature plummets. Frost crackles over the lock, sticking my skin to the metal. I yank my hands back and shake out my fingers. Chill’s eyes are white, swirling with magic. “Get down, Jack,” he says in an icy voice.

I spin on my knees, expecting to face off with a team of Guards, but it’s only Kai, her bow half raised behind me.

“Relax, she’s with me.” My heart rate slows as I frown over the lock.