CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Disappearing ActGalveston’s customary afternoon visit disturbed our planning. He hammered on the door, unable to open it from the outside. Awamutu lifted the key from his pocket and winced. “What now?” he mouthed.
“Estefania!” The Wasp Lord’s voice rose and his fist banged the wood until it shook in the frame. Awamutu’s eyes widened as Galveston ordered his guards to break it down.
“I’m well!” My voice curdled with feigned fear as I ran towards the door and pressed my palms against it. “Don’t break the door. I’m behind it.”
“What’s happened? Where’s your guard and the key?”
I flapped my hand behind me, indicating the children should shift and hide. They scrabbled around beneath the bed and I heard them no more. A glance back into the room showed no sign of Awamutu.
