Thomas Cross had planned for a war.
Not a fight.
Not a raid.
A war.
I swept my flashlight over the faded blueprint one last time before handing it back to
Mara.
Three tunnels.
Two escape routes.
One hidden passage leading straight beneath Iron Crown.
How long had my father known about this?
How many secrets had these walls been keeping while I walked over them every day
of my life?
Cal folded the map carefully.
"We don't have much time."
He was right.
The men above us were still moving.
Their boots scraped across the gound overhead, and every few seconds dirt drifted
from the ceiling as they searched for another way into the chamber.
"They'll find another entrance eventually," Hawk said.
"Then we mave now," I answered.
I turned toward Eve.
She was reading the last l
