The counter said twenty-nine minutes. Good luck, Maud.

“Our mother used this to provide additional security for high-risk guests leaving the inn,” I said.

“Your mother is a remarkable woman,” Caldenia said. “Now what shall we do about the ants?”

“I think they are having such a nice time walking,” I said. “We should let them continue.”

Caldenia leaned forward and watched as I broke the laws of physics to keep the ants moving. The soil beneath them shifted subtly, a large chunk of the lawn crawling back just as they moved forward. From their monitors, the ground would appear perfectly stationary. Eventually whoever was monitoring them would figure out that they were no closer to the house than they were ten minutes ago, but it would buy me some time.

It bought me fifteen minutes. The ants finally turned, attempting to exit and I jettisoned them into Kolinda’s wastes.

Thirteen minutes.

Across the road, a Draziri abandoned subtlety, hopped onto the wooden fence, and ran along it with breathtaking grace all the way to the right, out of the range of my quiet guns. Another dashed in the opposite direction. The rest followed, splitting into two groups. They were moving through the subdivision, half to the left and half to the right, not sure from which direction the vehicle would be returning.

I launched two probes. The tiny cameras streaked along the street, tracking the Draziri and the split screen showed two groups of invaders. The one on the left holed up next to Timber Trail, a quiet street that was the newest addition to the Avalon subdivision. Lined with houses, it led to an elementary school. The group on the right crouched on the fence just behind the bend of the road. One, two, three, four… Eight on each side.

He had a lot more troops than I expected.

Eight was definitely too many and from what I had seen so far, the Draziri were well-armed. I had a choice where to send Maud. She could approach the inn from the right, coming back exactly the way she came, or from the left, after she looped through some parallel streets.

Approaching from the right was the only responsible option. On the left, the houses on Timber Trail were packed like sardines on tiny lots. There was no way a fight wouldn’t be noticed, and some of the energy rifles the Draziri carried would slice through stucco and drywall like knife through butter. We would have bystander casualties.

On the right, a solid stone fence separated the bulk of the subdivision from the street, providing at least some protection for the houses. But Park Street veered slightly just past the inn. No direct shot. I had some things that could shoot around corners, but they honed in on body heat and the Draziri were masking theirs.

Magic chimed. Sean and Orro.

“In here,” I called.

Sean appeared on the doorstep of the war room, a small bag in his hands, and came to stand next to me.

“My sister and Arland went to get the first Archivarian,” I said.

“The counter?” Sean asked.

“Deadline to the Archivarian assuming its true form.”

“What form is that?”

“Energy. There are eight Draziri waiting for them on each side of the street. Both groups are too far for any of my quiet guns. I have the needler, but its darts hone in on body heat and they are not showing up on my infrared scanner. Anything else will be too loud and too obvious.”

My phone rang and I took the call. My sister’s voice echoed through the war room.

“We have him.”

I knew she could do it.

“Do you want me to come back the same way?”

She had to come back the same way, from the right, she would drive into an ambush. Even if I threw the tunnel as far as it could go, it wouldn’t be enough. The Draziri would hit the car before it ever reached the tunnel.

I’d have to use the bats from the cave on the inn’s grounds as a living shield. My heart squeezed itself into a tiny ball. The bats were a part of the inn and I would sacrifice every last one to save my sister, but they wouldn’t be enough. I had no way to bring her in safely.

Seven minutes. I had to answer her.

“Let me do my job,” Sean said.

“There are eight of them on each side.”

He looked at me, his eyes pure wolf, and I realized it didn’t matter how many of them there were. He would still go out there.

“Yes,” I said to Maud. “Come back the same way.”

She hung up.

“Left or right?” he asked.

“Right.”

“I need the specter.”

“Give him everything he wants,” I told Gertrude Hunt.

He dropped his bag and left the war room. I tracked him through the inn, as he stepped out of the kitchen door, a dark shape on the screen. Sean dropped his cloak and pulled out the curved knife with a green blade. His eyes shone with bright amber, reflecting the moonlight. He raised his hand and the specter rifle fell into it. Sean sprinted across the lawn into the trees, fast and silent like a phantom, and vanished into the woods, past the range of my scanners.

I pulled the feed from my probe, expanding it so it took up most of the wall directly in front of me. The Draziri had positioned themselves on the long wooden fence, crouching like camouflaged creepy angels. They didn’t have much choice. The fence ran for the next quarter of a mile up the street.

A vehicle roared down the road. I tensed.

A white truck thundered past us. Not Maud.

Three minutes.

The first Draziri on the right dropped like a stone. Sean had fired the specter rifle.

The second Draziri, directly behind the first, fell without a sound.