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signature hit me first—the scent of fresh laundry and the feel of grass beneath my feet. When I caught hold of her ability, I grasped onto it and drew it inside myself.  
    I knocked on the door and yelled, “I’m coming in, Emile!”
    I gave him a sec, then teleported into the cell. I almost bumped into Emile, who had his ear pressed to the door. Ralph sat on his shoulder.
    “Cass!” he said.
    “Come on!” I grabbed his arm and teleported back into the hall, joining my friends. “We’re ready to go.”
    “Where’s Ralph?” Aidan asked. “You said you had another friend.”
    I pointed to the rat who rode on Emile’s shoulder. “That’s Ralph.” Then I held up Rufus, who I’d been clutching to my stomach. “This is Rufus.”
    “Of course you’ve become friends with rats,” Del said.  
    “Just call me Cinderella.” I glanced down either end of the hall, then looked at my friends “How’d you get in?”
    “Through the kitchen delivery door, using the Penatrist charm,” Aidan said. “Follow me.”
    We set off running, Aidan leading the way down the hall. The dragonets flew beside us. My heart pounded in my ears, a fierce staccato. Every shadow and tiny noise sounded to me like the guards were coming. The cell doors flashed by as we raced for the exit.
    “Right,” Aidan said when we reached a crossroads in the hall.
    We turned and ran smack into Merk, Brar, and his buddy. The troll guards I’d passed earlier. Shit.
    Their eyebrows popped up in surprise, but before they could raise the alarm, the dragonets charged them. The stone dragonet slammed into Merk’s ugly face, knocking him over, while the air dragonet plowed into Brar, a mini cyclone of wind that threw him into the wall. His big head thunked against it and he collapsed.
    The water dragonet splashed against the face of the last troll. As he was choking on water, Aidan stepped forward and punched him square in the face. His eyes rolled back in his ugly head, and he fell onto his back, crashing against the ground.  
    “Nice one,” I said as I checked to make sure they were all passed out. They were. Good.
    Aidan shook out his fist. “I’ve had some pent up aggression since you were taken.”  
    The dragonets fluttered around my head.
    “Thanks, guys.”
    They nodded their little heads, and we continued on, racing down the hall, our footsteps nearly silent.
    “Almost there,” Del whispered.
    When the hall spilled into a large kitchen, I almost laughed in relief. We were so close.  
    The collapsed body of the cook and a guard were tied up and gagged near the stove. The cook, who I recognized by his dirty apron, shifted at the sound of our entrance. His gaze traveled to us, widening at the sight of our group. He thrashed, trying to send up the alert any way he could.  
    We ignored him, heading straight for a heavy wooden door.
    “Don’t touch the handle or it’ll burn right through your hand,” Aidan said.  
    He didn’t need to tell me twice. I could feel the protection charm sparking against my skin from feet away. It felt like bee stings, and I wanted to swat at my skin to make them go away. It’d do no good, though.
    Aidan stepped toward the door. “The protection charms on the door are too strong for my spell stripper. But we can get through one at a time with the Penatrist charms.”
    Thank magic we’d taken them from Victor’s demons. A spell stripper would remove the protection from the door entirely, as long as it wasn’t too strong. Penatrist charms were for the big guns, like this. They didn’t remove the protection charm, but they’d allow one person through.
    Aidan gave the charm he’d pulled out of his pocket to Emile, and I shoved mine into Claire’s hand. “Go!”
    Her brows shot up. “What about you?”
    “No way I’m leaving first,” I said. “Anyway, I can access some of my power, so it’s best I stay behind in case guards show up. Now go!”
    Emile and Claire gripped the charms in their hands