Despite that, he curled warm fingers around mine, a desperate gleam in his eyes. "This is the way. Come on, Absidy."

I blinked at the large door straight ahead that read Toxic Materials, Keep Out in bold yellow letters. That had to be it. As Franco pulled me toward the door, terrified screams behind us ripped shivers up my back. A victim of Jezebel, probably.

Franco peered inside and then pushed the door open farther to reveal an octagonal room. A narrow walkway ...