Once An Eve Novel

to pull it out. “It’s me. You don’t have much time!”
    Caleb yanked his hand from mine. The cushion gave beside me and he was up, his bare feet padding down the aisle. The door finally opened, throwing a long square of light into the cabin.
    “I knew it,” Harper spat. I pulled the blanket around me, ducking out of the light, scrambling to find my clothes. “I should’ve come earlier. I knew something was wrong when you didn’t show at the hangar. It’s nearly eight thirty. She’s got to get out of here.” I could only see his finger pointing into the depths of the plane. I pulled on my pants and socks and fastened my bra behind my back. I slipped my feet into the black boots, buttoning my shirt as I started toward the door.
    Eight thirty. Beatrice must have already entered my room to wake me, was probably stalling now as the maids set up for breakfast. In less than half an hour the King would stride into the dining hall and sit down at the massive chair at the end of the banquet table. The meal always started at nine o’clock, not a minute later. Always.
    “I’m going,” I said, my throat dry. I ducked out the door, squeezing Caleb’s arm in good-bye. “I’ll just leave the way I came.” Harper was wringing his hands together. I darted down the metal staircase, fumbling around in my pockets, looking for the folded map.
    “Wait!” Caleb called after me. He pulled his shoe on as he ran, hopping part of the way. “You can’t go on those roads. There could be checkpoints set up. I’ll take you.” He reached out his hand for me to hold.
    “You shouldn’t.” I shook my head as we started toward the door of the hangar. We ran under plane after plane, our footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. “There’s more at risk for you. I don’t want you getting involved in this.”
    But he followed anyway, striding behind me as I pushed out the door and into the blinding light. He reached for my arm, pulling me back. His eyes met mine for a brief second. “I can’t let you go alone,” he pleaded. He plucked the map from my hands and tore it in half. “Please just follow behind me. Stay a few yards back.”
    Then he was off, darting through the Outlands, the decrepit buildings spitting out the City’s first shift of workers. The morning was colder than usual, the wind kicking up dust and garbage. A foil bag drifted past, DORITOS printed on its side. I kept my head down to blend in with everyone else. We were all moving toward the City center, wearing identical red vests, a quickness to our steps. We moved past another old hotel and an office building with burned-out windows. A row of houses was boarded up, the walls cracked, sand piled on the window-sills. In less than ten minutes we reached the City limit, and Caleb turned down a street lined with thin trees. I followed, the paved road hard beneath my feet.
    As we got closer to the Palace the crowd thinned out. It was harder to avoid being noticed. A woman strode past with two small children. The little girl pointed at my face. “It’s the Princess, Mom,” she said, staring at me over her shoulder as I passed.
    I kept walking, the wind pushing my hair away from my face. I was thankful when I heard her mother’s frustrated Shhhhhh . “Enough, Lizzie,” she chided. “Stop saying silly things.”
    Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Right now the King was sitting down at the table, staring at the empty seat beside him, his fork clinking nervously against the edge of his plate. Maybe he was searching my room. Beatrice would tell them I’d been there when she’d left me the night prior, and she wouldn’t be lying—I had. I had stayed in bed until she was down the hall, in her own room, her door shut. I could make up a story. Needing a drink in the middle of the night, feeling claustrophobic in that suite. Maybe the door lock had broken, letting me out. But whatever happened, whatever story I chose, one thing was certain: From now on it would be nearly impossible to leave the Palace.
    We were getting closer. Caleb walked confidently, unhurried, both hands in his pockets. He looked over his shoulder occasionally to make sure I was still there. We passed a baseball field I remembered from my walk home from the hangar. We can’t be far now , I told myself, quickening my steps.
    We started through an old parking lot and down a narrow road. The monorail flew by above our heads, the well-dressed citizens sitting comfortably in the train’s