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“Not sure.” He shook his head. “But it’s a hell of a lot more than just one.”
I clicked the wrist guards open. More concerned about making sure Farrow made it up to us than I was about fighting off more people, I shoved my magical weapons at Indigo, letting him deal with all that.
He slapped them on, complaining about the tight fit and then activated them with a savage yank just as half a dozen men stormed into the room.
I panicked. Farrow hadn’t made it up yet, and Indigo needed help.
Spotting the dead guard on the floor, I looked him over before discovering a dagger in the belt at his side. I knew I would be no good at up-close, hand-to-hand combat, so I flung the knife, watching it flip through the air until it embedded itself in one of our attacker’s foreheads.
“Yes!” I cheered, only to frown because now I had no weapon left to fight with, and Indigo still had four men to take on.
One leered as he broke away from the others and approached me. I eyed him uneasily and backed away. When my back hit the wall, I kicked, aiming for between his legs, but he dodged the move, deflecting, so I only caught him in the thigh. Snarling, he dove at me and wrapped his meaty hands around my neck, squeezing.
I gasped and choked, pounding on his biceps, trying to break free from his hold but failing. Black spots dotted my vision, no air came, and my throat screamed in agony while I couldn’t utter a single sound in protest.
Suddenly, two hands appeared on either side of his head, grasped his hair, and twisted savagely, breaking his neck. The pressure on my throat eased, and the guard slumped to the floor in front of me, lifeless, revealing a panting Farrow who’d just saved me standing behind him.
“Princess,” he greeted, stepping up to me so he could tuck my hairpin slash collapsed escape ladder back into my hair. Then he slipped the key necklace over my head before holding out his hand. “Let’s go.”
I hesitated a second, then took his fingers. Together, we turned to find Indigo finishing off the others and then flicking the shield and sword back into their wrist guards.
Satisfied with how well he’d taken on his foes, my bodyguard flashed me a sudden grin and jangled the gold on his arms. “Oh, you are never getting these bad boys back.”
30
Nicolette
Farrow led us from the castle in record time, but we didn’t escape unnoticed. About the same moment we made it outside, a warning trumpet blared from the towers, beckoning more forces to help in finding the escaped felons. In finding us.
“We left our horses this way,” Indigo started, but Farrow grabbed his arm.
“No. That’s too close to the main entra
nce. They’ll spot us immediately. Let’s go this way,” he urged, leading us in the other direction. “Maybe if we make it to the stables without being spotted, we can steal some horses and get out of town.”
But we no sooner darted in that direction than we found our way blocked.
“Whoa!” Indigo grabbed Farrow’s arm, halting him. “Guards.”
“Shit. This way, then.”
Farrow tried to lead us to a side alley.
More guards.
They closed in on us from every street and angle, creeping stealthily forward on foot, weapons raised.
“We’re surrounded.”
I glanced around desperately, only to spot a weathered old man sitting in a two-wheeled cart that was tied to a single horse among all the commotion of scattering villagers and charging knights. When I inadvertently met his eye, he tipped his head toward his horse and eased off the wagon’s seat.
“For the man who killed that terrible king,” he pledged as he handed me the reins.
“Uh…” My lips parted in shock. He was helping us? Well, okay then. “Thank you, kind sir,” I rasped, wasting no time to think my decision through. “I won’t forget this.” Then I leaped into the driver’s seat and hollered to Farrow and Indigo. “Hey! Get in.”
Indigo gaped up at the rickety cart still mostly filled with fruit in the back. “I beg your pardon?”
“She said get in!” Farrow shouted from behind him, shoving him toward the cart to make him hurry. “Now, listen to your princess.”
