Flashback ( PDFDrive )

practically had to shout when she added, “Shouldn’t we have found
them by now?”
“Not necessarily,” Wylie told her. “I’d think the Neverseen would
want to wait for Orem’s performance to be in full swing. That way
when they interrupt, they’ll already have everyone’s attention.”
“I guess.” But Marella didn’t sound convinced.
And honestly, neither was Sophie.
The haunting voice was back—and the doubt had gone from
question to conclusion: We’re missing something. We’re missing
something. We’re missing something.
The voice got a whole lot louder when Orem started painting the
sky with streaks of color and bursts of shimmer and sparkle. The
audience was so focused on the spectacle that they were completely
oblivious to their surroundings.
Perfect, easy targets.
But Sophie still couldn’t find anything suspicious. Everything was
exactly as it should be—until Fitz’s voice filled her head.
Alvar’s moving.
What do you mean by “moving”? she asked.
I’ve been tracking him all night, and he’s been sitting in his apartment.
And now he’s walking around.
Okay. Well. That’s not that weird, she tried to remind him. He’s
probably just going for a walk after sitting for so long, or—
Or he’s trying to escape, Fitz argued. I’m sure he’s noticed that there are
fewer guards on the property tonight—and he knows we’re not home. AND
he waited until the festival started, probably assuming we’d all be too
distracted watching Orem do his thing to pay attention to the Warden.
But he still can’t get past the gate, Sophie reminded him.