Hidden amongst the crowd in the courtyard, Rían eyed Chaz on his left and then Isak on his right from under the dark, hooded cloaks that they had borrowed from a few of the palace knights who happened to cross paths with them as they made their way through the palace. It was a hard task to take out those handfuls of guards who were posted between the dungeons and the courtyard, plus conceal their unconscious bodies, without making noise. But it was as essential as getting to Rory as fast as they could. Because Joel absolutely couldn’t find out they had escaped their cells. Not yet. They needed the element of surprise if they had any chance of saving Rory. And to kill a king.
Joel wasn’t here yet. Nor Rory. But the dirtied, grey rope awaited his brother, its loop delicately shifting back a
