The corridor was full of roaming preternaturals, auras of every color going back and forth like a human rainbow, some looking dazed, others laughing maniacally, some just plain confused. Some were frisking the dead guards, searching for whatever weapons they could find. The elevator door was closed, no doubt carrying down some of the preternaturals who decided to keep going, and I cursed myself for leaving my post. The car might return full of Elite guards, ready to dart anything with a pulse. I searched the thinning crowd, finding a few green auras in the mix, none that belonged to Logan. Three doors remained closed still, and just as I worried Logan found Archer and left when he didn"t find me and Rafael in our designated posts, he emerged out from one of the farthest rooms, supporting a
