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got your scent down so don’t try any crap with me. You can’t hide.”
    As if anyone can even hide in a caged city.
    “Fine.” I shrugged.
    “ Name’s Sasha.”
    “ I’m Cameo.” I turned in the other direction and spotted several cars’ lights moving toward us at a fast speed. I remembered what Wiz said earlier about someone coming that he didn’t want me involved with. I had no idea who this Bearded Dragon guy was, but if Wiz didn’t like me meeting him, I would listen for now and then research the person later.
    We need to get out of here, fast.
    “You know where Haven is?” I asked.
    “Of course. ”
    I raced over to Wiz. “ Get him out of here quickly. We can meet at the center of Haven next to Cinnamon’s Meat Shack. Just hide in the dumpster in the alley next to it. It has a black W spray painted on the front.”
    “Dumpster?” Her almond face wrinkled in horror.
    “Trust me. I swear it’s safe and clean. Hurry, please.”
    “I want my blood.”
    “You’ll get it. Please hurry.”
    Sasha rushed over to Wiz, slung him over her chest in a blur, and sped off without a verbal answer.
    Well, at least she listens.
    I eased to the front of the limo and moved slower than my usual pace. Shattered glass cracked under my feet, but couldn’t pierce my scales. Due to the earlier crash, my brick-climbers jutted out of the passenger seat’s cushion. I yanked the two 3-foot long poles out and hurried to the nearest alley. My gown dragged on the ground. My chest burned. The poles clanked against each other in my hands as I rounded the corner and entered a dark alley.
    Tires screeched. I peeked around the corner. Several cars parked near the scene. Big guys jumped out of the vehicle s dressed in flaming orange shirts with a dragon’s tail on each sleeve. Various brands stuck on their heads—from witch to shifter and even a few mixbreeds. Yet, purebloods outnumbered the mixbreeds. I wouldn’t be able to beat anyone if necessary.
    Tonight just gets better and better.
    I turned back, placed the bottoms of the brick-climbers to the wall. Each pole had a rectangle rope at the end with red and green buttons on the handle. The rope was made out of troll hair, some of the stickiest and strongest in the world. I pushed the red button. The ropes attached to the bricks in front of me, adjusted to fit their size, and stuck on as if they’d been nailed. I strained and stepped up on the wall. The poles helped me balance. The bricks hard surface dug into the scales under my feet. The muscles in my arms and legs burned. On one pole, I pushed the green button. Its rope released the brick. I pulled the pole away, placed the rope a foot up the wall, and pressed the red button.
    If I hadn’t mimicked twice then I could have raced up the wall in less than a minute. My brick-climbers were the best on the street and had been designed by the original creator of the invention. She’d been a cage punk like me that chose to sleep on the roofs instead of down on the street where anybody could take advantage of her in the middle of the night. Others witnessed her scaling buildings night after night and begged her to make them some. After a few years, she’d made hundreds and had a little alley shop off in Shango District. I’d just bought these brick-climbers from her last week and cut down by climb time by minutes.
    And now when I need to go up fast, I’m too freaking tired to do it.
    Instead of rushing up like usual, I eased up foot by painstaking foot. Stick and release. Red button. Green button. Strain and pull. Sweat trickled from my forehead to my ears and irritated my scales. They shifted around and flicked the drops off.
    A hammering metal noise sounded around the corner. My body trembled as I quickened my pace until I arrived at the rooftop, climbed over the ledge, and squatted down in a shadowed corner.
    I should ’ve just run off like Wiz told me too.
    But I couldn’t. Although , Wiz and I hung out all the time and