Chapter45:

Kit turned the corner and nearly collided with a man carrying a platter of food toward the ballroom. The thought of some sort of sauce landing on her gown didn’t even deter her, and Kit skirted around him, still running as quickly as she could, wishing she’d had enough sense to carry her shoes. Behind her, Galter barked an order to the other guard. She hadn’t even realized it was him with her until just then. He seemed close to her, such that she should’ve understood what he said, but her head was full of conversations that had yet to take place. What would she say to her mother? What if she was already too late? The last corner almost took her out. She skidded around it, a stitch in her side making her lose focus, and her shoes went sliding. Kit grabbed ahold of Galter’s shoulder just in time to keep her bottom from making contact with the hard stone floor. He righted her, and Kit took off once more, no longer able to breathe but thinking she could always do that later, when this was