Nero POV continued
Abel first. Checking both directions. Counting seconds under his breath — I knew because I'd taught him that when he was sixteen and apparently he still did it — then waving her through.
Her.
Still in the dinner dress. My shawl thrown over it because she'd grabbed whatever was nearest when she left. Hair starting to come loose from whatever she'd done to it.
I watched. Abel counted. Timed the guards perfectly. Knew exactly when to move.
Of course he did. I'd taught him.
Years of us sneaking out together. To the tavern. To freedom. To life outside these walls.
Before everything changed.
Remi stumbled. Abel caught her. They both froze.
I could end this. One word. One command to the guards.
But I didn't.
Abel pointed left. Good instinct. That was the blind spot i
