in, but from a different position to where Never suspected Snow was waiting.
“I’ll release you when we’re closer,” he said. Distant torchlight was enough to judge the ground, since it was still quite dark. But he managed, beating hard to hover, not unlike a hummingbird, and released Elina. She landed and fell into a crouch before darting to the shadows where the wall met a watchtower. Hopefully it was empty.
Or perhaps Snow had simply asked his men not to bother Never. The same courtesy would not likely extend to Elina.
Never swooped after, landing beside her.
“What now?” she asked, rubbing at her wrists.
Never glanced back to the glow of the central palace dome then to the lawns between them, broken by evenly spaced statues and benches in tiny garden plots. The scent of rain and damp
