Brandy neared the courtyard with Ray heavily on her arm and came to a halt – aghast at the chaos. It looked as if the Crusades had just been refought.
The chapel was in flames and, between rolling clouds of black smoke, the damage from the siege was glaringly obvious. The doors had been hacked and rammed, the walls were pitted and scarred, arrows and crossbow bolts littered the courtyard. Though she couldn"t see it from there, Brandy knew several windows were broken on the other side and could only guess how the balcony and kitchen looked. Everywhere ancient weapons, a crossbow, daggers, maces and flails, a halberd and swords, lay scattered as if a museum had exploded.
Not to mention, or even think about, the bodies.
The last thing Brandy expected to see in the midst of the death and de
