I managed to catch up to his car before he left, and trailed him through the gates. I waved my arms frantically to flag him down, but he didn’t see me, and instead took an unexpected turn back into the palace gardens.
What is he doing there? Don’t tell me Caleb likes gardening.
I walked along the side of the street, and heard a horn honking behind me, making me duck into the bushes to avoid being hit. “What the hell?” I exclaimed after the speeding car, but they didn’t stop, just carried on in a blur of red paint.
I brushed the leaves off of my shirt in irritation, a light coating of dust now covering my elbows and knees. Great end to a great day, I thought miserably. Caleb was sure to gloat when he saw me like this.
The walking path towards the heart of the gardens was more direct
