I Tracked Milly, she was a door or two down by the feel of her threads. Sleeping, so at least that was good. Pamela’s door was heavily etched in symbols and as I lifted my hand to touch them, Erik stopped me. “This one is alarmed.” He pointed to a sunburst in the middle. “That one will unleash a venom that will drop anyone, knock them out for days the minute the door is touched.” I lifted my hand again. “Even an Immune?” Erik frowned. “It is a risk.” “No other way, is there?” “No. Here, these are the symbols to open the door.” He pointed out three squares interlocked. “Trace them, open the door, get hit by venom. Pray to the gods you have the best fucking immunity out there.” He stepped back and took Alex with him. I didn’t hesitate, traced the symbols, closed my eyes, held my breath. There was a puff of air, moisture tickled my face and then nothing.
