They paid Grace no heed. One of the guards headed toward the entryway, where other guards were pouring inside to escape the beast, but he didn’t make it outside the room. Not alive. There was a blur of movement, then blood was squirting, a headless body falling.
From the corner of her eye, Grace spotted James. He was a mess, covered in blood, limping, his arms hanging at his sides. His fangs were bared in a fearsome, crimson scowl, and she knew. He was the animal.
Thank God. Some of the tension drained from Grace. Somehow, some way, he’d managed to escape. His plan to destroy the people who lived inside this palace was well under way.
Before, she’d thought there would be survivors. Now, not so much.
James barreled into another guard, his shoulder slamming into the man’s middle and knoc
