CHAPTER 48 — Executing the plan
The morning sun had barely crested the jagged northern peaks when Kael’s massive black carriage, flanked by a formidable vanguard of armored warriors, rolled out of the heavy iron gates of Shadowfang Manor. From the high slit of her window, Aurora watched the procession disappear into the gray mountain mist. The tyrant was gone, marching directly into King Damian’s territory to play his dangerous political games, completely blind to the fact that the very moment his carriage crossed the border, the walls of his private prison would begin to fracture.
But the time for watching had passed. The window of opportunity was open, and the mechanical clock of their survival was officially ticking.
Later that afternoon, under the guise of her deep-cleaning duties i
