Lily’s pulse thundered in her ears as she sprinted down the dark corridor, Kyra right beside her. Heavy boots pounded against the stone floor behind them, the guards closing in fast. The council chamber’s doors had burst open like a floodgate, unleashing a wave of armed warriors with one single target—her.
Why did they call me a threat?
The question burned in her mind, but there was no time to dwell on it.
“Left!” Kyra hissed, grabbing Lily’s arm and yanking her down a side passage just as a spear nearly clipped her shoulder.
Lily stumbled but kept running. They darted through the palace’s labyrinth of halls, twisting and turning to avoid the pursuers.
“Where are we going?” Lily panted.
“Archives tower,” Kyra said without missing a beat. “There’s a back exit through the old library.
