Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Trying to,” she said, choking down a huge lump in her throat as
she stretched out her consciousness again.
“You can do that while you move, right?” Keefe asked, turning to
the others when she nodded. “Good. Then I say we follow where Ro
led the rest, since he might be heading the same way. And if we need
to change course, let us know, okay, Foster?”
She nodded again, and Keefe reached for her hand. “Relax. You’ve
got this,” he promised, sending one more soothing breeze into her
head before he took off running.
Everyone followed, racing down the path, which grew darker and
darker the farther they moved away from the glowing gate—until they
could only see a few feet in front of them.
Sophie fought to keep up, but the mental multitasking slowed her
down. And she soon found herself running next to Fitz at the back of
their group, since he was still dealing with his healing leg.
He didn’t say anything.
Didn’t even look at her.
And she couldn’t blame him, after everything that had happened.
It also wasn’t the time to talk things out, so she let her regret fuel
her determination as she pushed her consciousness farther and farther
and farther, until . . .
“I found him!” she called. “And we’re heading the right way!”
“Great,” Fitz snorted. “So he went right to the Neverseen.”
“I know,” Sophie said quietly. “I’m—”
“You realize where we’re going, right?” he interrupted. “This path
goes straight to the main gate.”
Sophie’s stomach twisted.