CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Sebastian hurried through the palace, making for his rooms at top speed, determined to keep ahead of whoever his mother would send after him. He suspected that she would send servants first, or come herself, and that would at least buy him a little time before he found himself faced with guards determined to keep him there.
Even so, he didn’t dawdle. There was no time to change clothes, only to grab a few more and throw them in a bag. No time to sort through his belongings for what he most wanted, only time to grab a sword, a pistol, coin, and a thick cloak. Even that seemed to take too much time. How long would it be before his mother ordered the doors barred?
How long would it be before Sebastian had to fight his way to Sophia?
That was what it would come to, if
