Chapter 22: Chapter Twenty Two

“Talia never pushes us this hard.” Viktor bemoaned. “We’re out of practice.”

“Faster,” Micah urged unsympathetically. He was just as out of practice as the rest of them, though he’d never tell them that.

They sprinted through the hazy maze of the train depot, having just knocked three guards unconscious. It wouldn’t be long until other guards took notice of their unconscious comrades and gathered more numbers.

They had no time for confrontations.

As Agni had pointed out earlier, Calder would close the train system down if he hadn’t already issued the order.

Between the steam from the trains, the smoke from the distant riots, and their dust-covered surroundings, a heavy wall of fog ghosted the surface of the ground and hovered just above waist level.

The street lamps cast golden hues across the train yard, emphasizing the thickness of the fog and casting everything else in various shades of silhouettes. In the distance, the palace siren continued to blare. Because they were so far away