MALIA’S POV:

The wedding bells clanged and echoed through the palace, penetrating the rock labyrinth for Malia to hear. She wished she had a window to look out. She wished she could see the sun above and the Aeonian countryside below or the endless sea beyond. But all she could see in the darkness were her hands and knees. All she could do was imagine, and fear, and hope.

How could Charles be so confident in their escape? Was it all for show? To make her feel ...