Chapter 600

“There are, but we are not close yet.”

“If this were always her planned escape route, she would have killed herself and whoever she took,” Malia murmurs.

I didn’t answer her because that thought had already crossed my mind.

It’s not long before singing fills our ears—bad singing, like a cat being swung around in a sack. Malia drops my hand to cover her ears, wincing at the sound as we head toward