*Gemma*

Seri led us out a back door to a narrow alley that Kael barely fit into. We walked sideways crab-style to the corner where she peered down each way. She waved her hand to follow, and we darted across a small street to the next narrow alleyway.

“I’m really sick of alleys,” Kael muttered.

“I’m sick of doors,” I added.

We froze when we heard Epsilon shouting and banging on doors. Each knock made me wince, bringing a flash of ...