Ryder's POV
"Western wood," Garrick said, already moving. "Single low horn means breach. Double low means fire."
It had been double.
I looked at Seraphine. She was already on her feet, Caer's hand still in hers, and something in her face had gone the particular way it went when she was cataloguing information faster than she could use it.
"Stay," I said.
"Ryder."
"Stay with him. Don't open the door for anyone until I come back personally." I looked at Caer, on the floor against the wall, and made a fast decision. "Both of you. Stay."
I left without waiting for an answer.
The western wood was a ten minute walk at a reasonable pace. I covered it in four. Garrick was half a step behind me and two of the night guard fell in on either side without being asked, which meant the signal had
