Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Fitz cleared his throat and shifted his weight, making her wonder if
he was noticing the same thing.
“Think we should head back?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
She nodded, reminding herself that Sandor never would’ve left her
unguarded if the campus wasn’t completely secure. “It’s probably
getting close to thirty minutes,” she said, “and I doubt we’re going to
find the Mentors’ cafeteria without Keefe.”
They’d set off from the Healing Center in search of celebratory
butterblasts. But Foxfire was huge—and the cafeteria could be
anywhere. Plus, she doubted it would have a sign saying, ENTER HERE
FOR SECRET DESSERTS.
“How about we loop back the opposite way?” Fitz suggested. “That
way we’re at least covering new ground?”
“Works for me,” she said, letting him take the lead, partially
because his levitating made him faster—when he wasn’t crashing into
the walls or ceiling, at least. But mostly because the campus still felt
like a maze to her.
Sophie had been attending Foxfire off and on for more than two
years and still barely managed to find her sessions. The halls were too
twisted and tangled for her to figure out the flow of them. And there
were so many—for every path she’d explored there were hundreds
she’d never wandered.
So she wasn’t the least bit surprised that nothing along their route
back to the Healing Center looked familiar. The banners dangling
from the ceiling all bore a saber-toothed tiger, so they had to be in the
Level Five wing. But the winding halls were just row after row of
silent, unmarked doors.
Some were metal. Some were glass. Some were old, weathered
wood.