Chapter Thirteen
Panic overtakes the elite within seconds.
"The walls!" someone cries.
"Save us!" another person screams.
My heart races. It turns out Oscar is right, tonight is the night. At least if they're to be believed.
I focus my attention on the Mayor. I half expect her to have squirrelled herself away like she had during the parade when Heather's assassination attempt went so wrong. But she's still standing there, glaring and shouting for her guards.
But none of them come.
It takes me a moment to realise why. It's not that the Mayor is less prepared for her party than for the parade. It's because Catherine has planned more. She knows what the Mayor is like, and has done something about it. No wonder so many of the other courtesans came with us.
Which means I need to take ad
