Upon our arrival in the city, I automatically start to head toward Centrepoint Tower. Cami is right on my heels, but Arryn stops us both and indicates for us to follow her along the waterfront in the direction of the Harbour Bridge. I do so with trepidation, ignoring the chills I get at seeing Luna Park in the light of day, on the other side of the harbor. I wonder if the security guard is still on duty, or if he’s only there for the night shift. I recall the haunted look in his eyes, the grief so stark that it was painful, and I find myself hoping he had someone nice to go home to after a long day.

“Where are we going?” Cami asks Arryn. “Lengard is back the other way.”

“If we go in through the main entrance, we might as well scream an announcement of our arrival,” Arryn says, leading us away from the water and up through cobblestone streets bordered by a mix of charming old buildings and tacky tourist shops. “We have a better chance of success if we take one of the back entrances. The one here at The Rocks is the safest—I don’t think Falon even knows about it. I’ve never run into any kind of security. In and out without being noticed, that’s what we want.”

I knew there were other ways into Lengard; I couldn’t have been delivered to the facility through the Centrepoint entrance as an unconscious girl, not without attracting attention from the multitude of shoppers coming and going from the mall. But I’ve never used any of the other access points.

“How did you learn about this secret entrance?” Cami asks suspiciously. “How many times have you used it? And why?”

I’d like to know those answers, too, but Arryn acts as if she doesn’t hear, pointedly ignoring the questions.

Cami and I share a wary look, but we can’t force Arryn to tell us. Although … I probably could, actually. But I recall how I felt while watching Keeda use her power on the captain last night. Just because I can do something, doesn’t mean I should. And something tells me I’d regret it if I tried to Speak Arryn into answering.

We continue along the picturesque laneways, slowing when we reach a street market with crowds that press against us and make it difficult to stay in each other’s sights. Once we’re through the masses, Arryn gives a jerk of her head and leads the way under a stone archway and down a narrow passage— an alleyway that is off the tourist path, invisible unless you know its location.