Syrina counted twenty of them, not including the dogs. She still hadn’t eaten anything, and now she regretted it. She was beginning to think Ormo didn’t want to see her, after all.
There’d been no resistance until now unless she counted that of her own broken body. No guards were in the upper chamber of the hole, nor did any come in on her where she’d passed out on the edge of the prison pit. The basement above was likewise guard-free, as was the small courtyard outside. Ormo must have had some warning of her escape though. He wasn’t in his hall, but twenty Seneschal and their hounds were.
Syrina had intended to eat first, but she’d felt a rush of energy as soon as she’d awoken a free woman. It had pushed hunger to the back of her mind. So close to him, she’d thought. Better to just get
