Seven
Her feet took her across the stables, which greeted her like a ghost town would—empty, the marketplaces abandoned. The night seemed to stretch longer and longer as the hours passed.
The stables looked like dungeons. She shivered. But now, her fate was sealed anyway. She had to get out of the city. As soon as they’d discover the stick in the morning, Manasseh would realize that she’s a traitor. Her eyes were still swollen from the tears, her heart in pain from the memory of Amber. From the thought of abandoning her yet again.
Forgive me. I’ll come back, I’ll get you out of there.
It was a promise she made to herself.
She felt like a mouse chased by invisible cats since she’d left the Raising Centers, preventing her feet from sprinting out of the cab. Now, she was actually running
