“Right now,” was all she said.
Jarrod grabbed his hat and they ran.
Jarrod’s chambers were high in the tower; there were two more sets of stairs that curved upwards and then an inset ladder that led up to the roof with its wide parapets. Jarrod heaved himself onto the roof to find a bunch of people waiting for him.
“I’m too old for this s**t,” said Carter, as two knights gave him a hand up. “You need to put a goddamn handrail right here— Oh, God . . .” he went quiet as he looked out over the wall, but Jarrod was aware of his presence behind him.
In the night, someone had set a row of heads—men, women, and a few, judging from the size, children—on the low wall along the side of the bridge, facing the castle. Mouths hung open. Hair whipped in the wind.
Foremost among them, set first in
