Chapter 15
His heart was hammering so loudly, Matthew was certain everyone around him could hear it, but the people scrambling past him in the hallways were so preoccupied with their own escape, no one seemed to notice him. Still, he kept his head down, doing his best to remember exactly what Angel had drawn for him so that he could get out of Blackthorn before Philip’s men caught up with him.
Escaping had been much simpler than he had ever imagined. The guards who had flown into his room with the approach of cannon fire ringing outside hadn’t even pushed the cabinet out from the wall. He’d seen them glance under the bed, looked out the arrow slits, as if he might have squeezed himself through, and then they’d run out the door, yelling his name, expecting him to answer.
The lock had don
