I looked at Daniel. He rocked there, gaze on mine, ready to go after Rafe if I gave any sign that that’s what I wanted him to do.

I took a deep breath. “Chloe’s right.”

When Derek hesitated, Chloe said, “If you leave, either I go with you and take the same risk or I stay here, with strangers. Without you.”

He scowled at her.

“Yes, it’s a low blow,” she said. “But I’ll use whatever works right now.” She got to her feet, wiped her eyes again, and looked around. “Okay, I’m going to suggest we don’t wait for Kit and the others. We get out of here before the bad guys break in. I’m guessing that’s the plan—knock everyone out with gas, then come in and scoop them up.”

“It’s an old Nast trick,” Ash said. “They won’t wait long to swoop in, either.”

As if in reply, booted footsteps thundered across the hardwood overhead.

“So where’s this escape tunnel?” Corey asked.

“It’s not really a tunnel,” Chloe said as she waved for us to follow. “Beyond the basement is a cold cellar for storing vegetables and preserves. There’s a chute from the barn.”

“Which is now the garage,” I said.

She nodded. “Kit installed a fire-escape ladder. That’s why we rented this place.”

She pulled open a door on the far side of the basement, then reached in and pulled a string. A bare bulb lit a corridor with cement walls and a dirt floor. She waved us in.

“Yeah, right.” Ash caught my arm before I could walk in, then pointed at Chloe. “You first.”

Derek muttered something and shoved past. He headed into the dimly lit hall. We followed. The hallway passed a couple of rooms that must have been for storage at one time, the wooden shelves now rotting and dotted with dusty jars filled with gray preserves.

The hall ended at a rope ladder. Derek gave it a tug, then went up first. When I tried to follow, Ash elbowed me aside and cautiously ascended, peering through at the top before waving us up.

We came out in the barn/garage, as Chloe had said. Derek motioned for silence. I peered around. It was nearly pitch black—the only light coming through a break in the roof. But after being in the cold cellar, my eyes had adjusted. When I could make out a ladder leading to the hayloft, I tapped Derek’s arm—figuring he’d have better night vision than Chloe. I pointed to the ladder and mouthed “safe?” He nodded and led us over to it. We went up.

At the top, mouldering straw covered the floor. I could smell feces. Cat or rat, I wasn’t sure. I just kept my ears attuned for squeaks or hisses as we cleared spots and hunkered down.

Outside, all was silent. Or so it seemed, until we quieted down and I could pick up the distant murmur of voices. Then one grew louder.

“I want to speak to Dr. Inglis.” It was Dr. Fellows. “Are you listening—?”

An outraged squawk, then muffled cries, as if someone had gagged her.

Derek winced. He shot a glance toward Chloe, but she didn’t seem to have heard. He cast a glower at me, as if warning me not to tell her that her aunt had been taken. I wasn’t about to.

A minute later, when I caught a noise below, I shot up, but Derek waved me down and went to the stairs. He leaned out. Then he climbed down a few stairs. A moment later he returned. Kit followed him. As Kit surveyed our faces, Derek headed back down a few steps to look around below. Then, almost simultaneously, they whispered, “Where’s Simon?”

The next few minutes were a flurry of whispers and worries as they each realized Simon wasn’t with the other one. Then I caught his voice in the distance. Derek heard it, too. He told Kit. They whispered together, but there was nothing anyone could do. The Cabals had Dr. Fellows, Tori, Rafe, and Simon.

“They aren’t going to hurt your son,” Hayley said. “Rafe left his sister with them.”

Kit looked ill, but managed to nod. “Yes. They won’t hurt him. Not if they hope to convince us to rejoin the fold.”

Derek snorted. “Like that would ever happen.”

Kit said nothing. But Derek’s head whipped around to face his father.

“Dad?” he said.

“Simon will be fine,” he said. “But if we hope to end this on our terms, we need to get everyone else out of here.”

FORTY-FOUR

“THEY’VE GOT THE HOUSE surrounded,” Ash said.

I looked over to see him perched on a rafter near Hayley.

“House, but not barn,” he said. “But that still means they’re very close.”

“Which means we need to revert to our favorite ploy,” Daniel murmured. “Divert their attention away from the barn so we can get out. Is there a back door?”

“There is,” I said. “I saw it when we came in. But I vote for the aerial route if we can. The trees come up to the roofline, right?”

“They do,” Ash said. “And there’s a busted-out window back there. A decent branch comes close enough to grab. That was gonna be my suggestion.”

I looked over at the others. “Anyone have tree-climbing issues?”

Obviously Ash and I didn’t. Daniel, Hayley, and Corey said they’d be fine. Chloe hoped she would—she had gymnastics training. Mr. Bae joked that it would be his first time in a couple of decades. Derek said nothing.

“Derek?”

“It looks like I’ll be the guy doing the distracting. I’m not trusting a tree branch to hold me.”

“You’re not playing decoy,” Chloe said. She turned to us. “I’m sorry. I know that sounds like a cop-out, but he really can’t. The last time we were in a fight against the St. Clouds, the orders were to tranq all of us except Derek. For him, it was shoot to kill. They don’t trust werewolves.”

“I think they’ve calmed down,” Derek said. “They’ve been watching us for months and haven’t tried to assassinate me yet.”

Chloe put her hands on her hips. “And that’s your definition of acceptance? Not going out of their way to kill you?”

“You’re both right,” Kit said. “I do believe they’ve realized Derek isn’t the threat they expected, but I also don’t trust them not to use excessive force.”

“He’s not going out there,” Daniel said. “When I suggested that, I meant I’d do it.”