Chapter Twenty-Six
The Bound
I hear men coming from all directions. Yelling about the queen. Yelling about the king being injured.
Enzo and I step out of the shadows as another group of men race by, paying us no attention. I glance out across the mist-shrouded courtyard. Flashes of silver armor and swords glint off the moonlight.
“We can’t get through them all.” I say softly, defeat barreling through my head. I grit my teeth and clench my hands into fists. “We aren’t leaving—” I start to say, and then I see it.
Pale hair, the color of the moon, flows in the slight breeze. Skin the color of ash, covered in blood and not an ounce of clothing, jumps through an open window.
“My gods.” Her eyes are frantic, her arms pumping as she races across the courtyard, but she isn’t fast enough.
I can feel my heart break, feel it stop as time slows. She glances behind her, fear filling her features as she sees the crowd following. She pumps her arms harder, racing as fast as she can.
“She’s not going to make it.”