Chapter Twenty-Four
“Lady Tenyson has had word from inside the palace.” Catsja approached Edmund from across the barn.
Dell had watched many rebels come and go throughout the night. Something big was happening and they wouldn’t give him any information.
Edmund sat up where he’d been lying. He brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Is it what we’ve been waiting for?”
Catsja hesitated. “Edmund…” She sighed. “It’s not from Helena.”
Dell leaned back against the wall, his entire body deflating. He scanned the stables. Bunks sat at one end with a table in the center. In them, men and women caught what little sleep they could. A heavy iron lock hung on the door, keeping people both in and out. The rebels trusted no one.
Beneath Dell, the packed dirt floor made for a poor bed. Morning light foug
