CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Boots crashed against stone with a loud rhythm as guards ran throughout the palace, roused from their sleep by the bell ringing overhead.
Tyson helped Edmund stay on his feet as the three of them waited, hidden in the darkness of an unused hallway. They'd look there soon enough. The entire palace would be scoured for the escaped prisoner. Then the search would spill out into the outer castle. The king couldn't stop it.
They needed to be gone by then.
Etta knew where they needed to go and her heart kicked into overdrive. She hadn't been there since the night she and her father escaped all those years ago, but there was no way they were getting past the inner gates. Not with Edmund slung between them as if screaming, "It's me! Arrest me again!"
Etta blew out a breath
