Nyx's POV
"Who?" Warrick demanded again. "Who did you see?"
The guard's mouth worked, but nothing came out. He was shaking so hard his teeth chattered.
Warrick grabbed him by the front of his armor and hauled him up. "Answer me."
"D-Diane." The name came out broken. "Lady Diane. She's at the gates. She's alive."
Warrick's grip went slack. The guard dropped back to his knees.
Warrick's face drained of color. His whole body had gone rigid, and he didn't seem to be breathing.
"That's impossible," he said. "She's dead. We found her blood. Her torn clothes. The rogues—"
"I know what we found." The guard's voice cracked. "But she's standing at the gates right now. I saw her face. It's her."
Warrick was already moving. He pushed past the guard and through the door, his strides eating up
