Chapter Thirty-Two
Ability
“They’re coming,” Fortune whispered. He left the window and disappeared into the rear of the apartment.
Tory helped Atty to sit up, propping her on the stool against the fireplace. Atty nodded, and Tory placed the bowl of potatoes in her lap. She barely had time to rush into the kitchen when the pounding sounded at the door.
“Open up! By order of the Battle Lord!”
“I’m coming!” With soapy hands, Tori hurried over to the door and opened it seconds before a soldier used a small battering ram to force it open. She stared at the group of men in surprise. “What’s the matter?”
She was shove to one side as they entered the house. One man paused in front of her. “The Mutah b***h prisoner has escaped. Have you seen her?”
Wide-eyed, Tory shook her head. The soldier
