8
We reached the end of the hall and Chris slipped out of the last room. He had a tense smile on his face that he dropped faster than a someone who’s mistaken a skunk for a cat.
I offered him a real smile and nudged him as he joined us down the stairs. “You look like you’ve been run over by a truck.”
“More like a sports car,” he corrected me as we descended the curved steps. “Mira is quite a viper when she’s annoyed. I thought she was going to strike me at any moment.”
Duncan smiled. “Wait until you see-”
A scream interrupted our parlay. It came from upstairs. We looked at each other for a second before spinning around and dashing up the stairs. The doors of the occupied rooms were all opened, and the muscles of the packs stepped out into the passage. All except one room. Ma
