I got to my feet and glanced at what was left of the two men. Slate hadn’t used nonlethal spells this time. “Which way?” Slate demanded.

“Working on it.” My future selves were moving through the mansion, running and dodging and dying.

Caldera and Trask came through behind us, trailed a moment later by two more Council security men. No more followed; the rest of the team had been lost to fog or gunfire. They spread out, securing the corridor. Caldera covered one side, while Trask set up on the corner to the right.

I kept flicking through the futures ahead. With the interference from Slate and the fighting, it was slow going. Right side was going to run us into trouble. Left seemed clearer. Upstairs was clearer still. Now where was Haken . . . ?

“Well?” Slate said.

“Shh,” I said absently. I’d just caught a trace of Cerulean. So he’s still here. No Vihaela, though. Maybe if I looked for her first . . .

Gunfire sounded to the right, followed by a scream. I heard the rushing sound of a water blast and the firing cut off abruptly. “Get on with it!” Slate snarled.

“You rush a diviner, you get crappy divinations,” I said without opening my eyes. Left route wasn’t working out. There was a small oasis of calm on the first floor and I split my perceptions, pushing myself to track multiple paths at once. Was that it?

Another burst of gunfire came from the right, and Slate and Trask’s response fragmented my path-walk. There. I’d only had a glimpse but I was sure it was him. “Found him,” I said. “First floor. This way.” I walked across the corridor and pulled open a door: it led into a small staircase, winding upwards.

Slate didn’t hesitate. “Caldera, Trask!” he shouted. “Moving out!” Then he hurried after me.

The sounds of fighting died away as we jogged up the stairs. The battle was still going on outside, and there were a lot of enemies all around us, but Trask’s fog spell had spread enough confusion that most of the White Rose defenders hadn’t yet figured out that they had intruders. From above I could still hear the staccato beat of the machine guns, but as we reached the first floor there was a tremor and a thud, and one of the guns stopped firing. Probably Landis’s work. I hoped Luna was staying with him and hadn’t done anything crazy.

The first floor of the White Rose estate was more comfortably furnished, and I had a brief impression of rugs on the floor and mirrors on the walls. The path I’d planned out splintered into combat around the next corner, and I changed plans on the fly. There was a door two steps away, with a bolt on the outside. “In here,” I said quietly over my shoulder to the others, pulled the door open, shut it behind them once they were in, then held a finger to my lips when Caldera tried to talk. She, Slate, and Trask were the only ones still with me; we’d lost the security men somewhere along the way. We stayed quiet, and a moment later, I heard footsteps go running past outside.