Chapter Twenty-Six
Dell fell through the door into the servants’ stairwell from the royal family’s residence, smoke chasing him from the row of once grand rooms.
Nothing. They’d found nothing. No one alive at least. Anyone who’d been trapped in the wing was either dead or found some way to escape.
They’d found the king with his throat cut lying in a pool of his own blood. His cruel eyes no longer saw the destruction he’d created.
Because Dell had no doubt in his mind, this rebellion was the king’s fault.
The young prince Kassander landed next to Dell with a thump as his brother threw him from the flames they left behind.
Coughs wracked Dell’s body as he bent over, gasping for breath.
“We need to get lower,” Estevan wheezed. “Away from the smoke.”
Dell clambered to his feet. Helena,
