Chapter 48: Freedom
Malia and Charles dashed through the palace, which was empty since everyone was at the wedding ceremony. They held each other’s hands and moved as one. But where were they heading? Charles was running at random, unsure of his route. Malia halted.
“What? What’s wrong?” Charles asked.
Malia looked around and thought for a moment, holding up her finger and telling him to wait. She accessed her mental diagram of the palace she’d studied so many times before, in her books, before arriving. Having lived here now, she knew the reality of the palace’s interiors matched what she’d read (aside from the existence of the secret passages).
“We’re going the wrong way,” she said. “We should head to the garage and get a car. Not the front entry.”
“Which way is that?”
“This way,” she said and tugged him along.