Chapter 110

Ramsey waved his arms at us and then pointed upward. In the ceiling, there was a small hole cut into the stone. A murder hole, maybe, sometimes found in castles and used to pour boiling water or oil down on attackers. What kind of classroom was this and the one above? We could escape through it as long as we didn't slip and fall into Quiet.

Echo took a running leap to Ramsey's table. I went next, then Jon, whose feet hit the very edge. He rocked backward and wind-milled his arms, and the three of us shot forward to drag him back to safety. He sagged against us with relief, and when he bowed his head, I spotted something over his shoulder that struck the wind from my lungs.