My stomach twists with anxiety as our three horses approach the palace. The sun is almost fully risen, which means that soon the palace will wake up - that Mahl will wake up and have the chance to notice that I’m gone.
“Can we go any faster?” I murmur, glancing over my shoulder for probably the hundredth time even though I’m fully aware that there’s no one behind me except Auden’s guard, Richard. Richard doesn’t take his eyes off the road ahead of us, but I know he’s watching my every move – that he’s been ordered to, just in case I’m stupid enough to try and run again.
“If we go any faster,” Auden replies tightly under his breath, “we’ll draw attention to ourselves.”
I know he’s right – and I know he’s frustrated because he’s already explained that to me twice before. Our goal right no
