Chapter 53
Our precarious existence shattered one afternoon when a knock came at the apartment door.
Mama gestured for Mr. Cresset to answer, then nodded at Kian and I to go back to my room. Chess game abandoned mid-move, we went, but I left the door open a crack so we could peer out.
Mama retreated into her own room, and Sir Durum strode across the living area to snatch up the sword he kept in the corner.
“Who is it?” Mr. Cresset asked, without opening the door.
“A friend. I’m alone.”
“One moment.”
Quietly, Sir Durum came to stand just beside the threshold, blade at the ready.
“I should have grabbed my weapon,” Kian said softly, frustration in his voice. “What if it’s the priests?”
I reached over to squeeze his hand. “Sir Durum can occupy them while you dash for your sword.” Mayb
