Chapter Thirteen
SarahThat was when all hell broke loose.
The room went pitch black. There was no light to be had, not even from the glow of the media equipment or the screens floating in the room.
There was a c***k of glass breaking, the smell of smoke, and then a scream.
“Secure the king!”
Chaos erupted. Shouts and cries of distress came from the audience. Every karu—dozens—croaked loudly in warning.
Vekele moved to stand in front of her. His wings were out. He stood close enough that the wispy feathers brushed against her.
“Stay back,” he ordered.
A shot pierced the noise of the room. Sarah had no idea how she heard the relatively quiet shot amid all the shouting and the dull thuds of people falling to the floor.
Vekele flinched and grunted.
“You’re hit,” she said.
“I said st
