They ran.
Kane hauled her down the darkened corridor at a speed that left Wren's lungs burning within seconds, the sound of pursuing guards growing louder behind them with every passing moment, boots striking stone in a rhythm that seemed to be closing distance faster than she'd thought possible.
"This way," Kane said, wrenching her sideways into a narrower side passage she hadn't even noticed in her panic, one he seemed to have identified through some combination of instinct and rapid, desperate assessment of the fortress's layout.
They emerged into a small courtyard just as the first of Vale's guards rounded the corner behind them, and Wren had barely a second to register the four armed men blocking the only visible exit before Kane moved.
She had never watched him fight before — not
