Flashback ( PDFDrive )

And their hurried pace was smoother than how they’d been moving
earlier, as if the adrenaline was steadying their motions. Fitz didn’t
crash into a single wall. And Sophie easily kept up with him, her sling
bumping softly against her chest as they rounded the next corner, and
the next and the next.
“I didn’t realize we’d walked this far,” Sophie said, her words
punctuated by gasping breaths.
“Me neither.” Fitz paused to study the hallway. “Ugh! Because we
didn’t. I led us the wrong way.”
He turned to backtrack and they picked up their pace again, shoes
hammering the floor, Fitz’s crutches clanging with every hit.
But even with all the noise, Sophie still heard it.
She even stopped to make sure.
Voices.
“Wait!” Fitz said, grabbing her good arm as she turned to flee.
“Don’t you recognize them?”
She didn’t, but that might’ve been because her pulse was pounding,
pounding, pounding and her brain was screaming, RUN! RUN! RUN!
“I think they’re this way,” Fitz said, turning down a new hall to
their right. And even though it went against all her instincts, Sophie
followed.
Fitz knows them, she told herself as she willed her heart to slow and
strained her ears, trying to hear what he’d heard.
For several endless beats there was nothing—long enough that she
started to wonder if they’d imagined the whole thing.
Then the voices spoke again, sounding much closer that time.
And she recognized them a second before she rounded the corner
and found the speakers in the flesh.