Chapter 25
FIRE LIT UP the sky. Flapping flames reached over the rooftops, spreading foul smoke in the air. People ran through the street, mere silhouettes in the dusky night. Some carried sticks as weapons, others had their faces covered.
Carro walked through the dark streets alone, cold air biting through his cloak. His face hurt, his muscles hurt, his head hurt. He’d fled Mistress Loriane’s house without the medicine, but he could hardly go back.
He was sure that the man in Mistress Loriane’s kitchen was the same he’d hunted earlier that day. Who was he, and what was he doing there? He might be dressed up as a noble, but he was no noble of the City of Glass. The man spoke with a Chevakian accent.
Carro knew he should seek Rider Cornatan urgently to tell him of this man, but on the o
