ADRIAN

I don’t say a word until we’re three corridors away from Darian’s room.

Kelvin’s trailing behind me, chewing on the inside of his cheek, trying to keep up. I take a turn down a quiet hallway and slip into one of the unused storage rooms near the east wing.

It smells like old wood polish and dust and secrets. I shut the door behind us and finally let myself breathe.

“That went well,” I mutter, leaning against a pile of crates.

Kelvin drops the bag of supplies he brought for Darian onto the floor. “You think Zeus will actually keep us out?”

“Oh, he’ll keep us out,” I say....