CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Cora had never sneaked into a war zone before, and she wasn’t sure that she ever wanted to have to again. She, Aidan, and Emeline slipped in along the line of the river, watching the skies for crows, hiding whenever they saw them.
“I hope we’re in time,” Cora said as they ran down toward the city. She couldn’t bear the thought that they might have come all the way from Stonehome to help Sophia’s child, only to be too late.
“We’ll make it,” Aidan said, holding her hand. “We have to.”
Emeline didn’t say anything, her expression set. Cora could guess the source of her discomfort: the city looked as though it was already in the process of falling, ochre-uniformed soldiers pouring in through a breach on one side, heading straight for the palace.
“At least it means they
