Standing on the tip of her toes, Mallory peered over her brother’s shoulders. “A pity you don’t have more points to put into dexterity.” She stared at the tiles. Someone was sure to set off the trap. The tiles were fifteen centimetres square. Her gaze was drawn to her brother’s boots. Enough space if he managed to stand directly on each tile and tip toe his way across the room.
“What about Fang?” Danae asked. “She’ll have to stay out here.”
Brodie stepped back from the doorway and picked up the wolf cub, nearly tripping over his sister in the process. “I’m not about to leave her behind.”
Mallory eyed Fang, who’d gained well over a kilogram since they’d found her. “Maybe you should let someone else carry her.”
“Why?” Brodie asked.
Mallory looked from the tiles to her brother’s feet. “T
