She grimaced. “Yeah, that’s bad.”

I turned back to the piles of boxes in front of me. All were made of wood; most were nailed shut. They called to me, making my fingers itch to open them.

For some weird reason, I felt there were answers here. About what, I wasn’t sure. About me? About Grey? About Rasla, who I was still obsessed with? Why had he hated the Shadow Guild so much? What was it about those who were different?

Maybe there were answers to everything here. Or maybe it was desperation. Because I was desperate now. I didn’t know if I loved Grey, but I certainly didn’t want to lose him. And I didn’t want to lose my life. But unless I figured something out, that was going to happen.

No.

I could do this. I’d gotten myself out of miserable scrapes before, and I was going to get myself out of this.

“Come on,” I said to Mac. “Let’s look through these boxes. There’s got to be something good in them.”