Without saying the actual words, the Council made it pretty clear that we couldn't stay at the Concilium, not even for the night.
"They're thinking of your safety as well, Little Red," Malachi had said, as he tossed the red robe around my shoulders again, tucking me safely inside the soft material, "If, for some reason, Caspian figured out you were headed to the Council, he won't be far behind us. We need to keep moving."
"Do you think he is?" I asked softly, before Malachi shuts the passenger door behind me. He stared at me a moment before making his way around the front of the car and hopping into the driver's seat.
"Honestly, no. I don't think he is," the tires squeal as Malachi hits the gas, pulling away from the Concilium like the devil is on his heels, "I have never had these cloa
