Monte Cristo put his fists up, ready to fight. In the narrow cobblestone corridor with royal flags hanging overhead, there was nowhere to run.
Nowhere to escape.
“Round two,” Brocc said.
Lady Duxelle flew down a spiral staircase that led into the castle’s water system.
Geoffrey followed her.
“Are you going to talk, or are you just going to carry on without letting me know what you're going to do?” Geoffrey asked.
“The Cube is in the waterway,” Lady Duxelle said. “We have to stop the water.”
“Aren't the canals structured so that the Cube will eventually flow out?” Geoffrey asked. “Why not just go to where we expect it to go?”
“It empties into the river,” Lady Duxelle said.
“Excellent, then,” Geoffrey said.
“And that river runs off a cliff into the Tisane Sea.”
“Oh. My.”
They ran
