Upon stepping through his door, it only takes us a few moments to realize his suite is empty. There’s no one here. In fact, the space is so tidy that it looks like no one has been here for some time. Days, even.

“Where could he be?” Cami whispers, looking around.

Seeing the panic start to settle on her face, I keep my voice calm. “It’s okay. We knew he might not be here.”

“But where is he?” she repeats, beginning to sound desperate.

I have no answer, so instead say, “Where’s next on the list? Should we try to sneak down to the training rooms?”

There’s a lot of risk involved in such a feat, enough that I might have to use my ability to freeze our surroundings so we can avoid capture. Such an effort will drain me quickly, so we’ll need to have an escape plan firmly in place.

“It’s Saturday,” Cami says, a worried frown creasing her forehead. “Landon doesn’t usually spend weekends down there.”

I peer at her curiously. “He did when he was training me.”

Her return look speaks volumes. “That’s because it was you, Lyss.”

I’m not sure how to take her comment. The implication … I ignore it and choose to believe she means that he knew I needed all the help I could get.

But … that’s not right, either. Kael told me that Ward was amazed by how quickly I learned to control my ability, and that Ward never told me as much because he wanted an excuse to stay close to me.

Close … to … me.

I can’t dwell on it now; it’s definitely not the time.

“If we’re not heading down there, then where should we go?” I ask.

Cami makes a frustrated sound, scrubbing her face and only adding more copper-colored smears to her skin. “I have no idea. He might not even be in the facility—he could be out doing who knows what on the surface. Or he could be in meetings with the Genesis Speakers. Or he could just be hanging out with Enzo or Sneak or—”

“Okay, I get it,” I cut in gently. As I look around the uninhabited room, an idea comes to me. “I’m not sure if this’ll work, but …” I cup my hands before me, concentrate intently, and say, “Compass.”

With a flash of light, a small silvery object lands in my palm.

“What—” Cami begins to ask, but then understanding dawns on her features. “You don’t think …?”

“Only one way to find out,” I say, looking down at the compass.