Chapter Twenty-Six
The Bound
A deep rumbling starts somewhere under where we stand in the stables.
Men start yelling as rubble falls from the top spires of the palace.
Glass shatters in succession, all of the windows blowing out.
I grab the back of Enzo’s tunic, shoving him against the wall as men race by, headed for the palace.
“It’s her.” I whisper.
“How do you know?” He whispers back.
“Who else would it be?”
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