POV: Caleb
Keith started driving before the car doors were even closed, gravel flying behind us as we sped across the square.
"Comms," I said. "Get the palace on the line."
"Already trying." He had one hand on the wheel, the other jabbing at the dashboard unit. "Nothing. Just static."
"Since when?"
"I don't know, Caleb. I've only been driving for eleven seconds." He tried again, his jaw clenched.
"There could be a dead relay tower out here. Doesn't have to mean anything."
"It means something."
"You don't know that."
"I know what I felt." My hands wouldn't stop shaking, something that had never happened to me in the field, not once, not even the night the poison nearly killed me. I pressed them flat against my knees to make it stop. "Faster."
"I'm already over the limit for this r
