“Guards!” a man is shouting, but my heartbeat is so loud in my ears that everything is muffled. I’m distantly aware of a hand closing over my wrist, pulling me through the shadows. Something is burning, somewhere, a scent distinctly different from wood smoke, a bitter taste in the back of my throat.
Another explosion, and the windows shatter. I jump and scream.
Hands catch me, pulling me close. “Tessa.” Corrick’s voice in my ear, low and urgent. “Tessa, we have to run.”
Then I hear the voices, the shouts in the hallway. Many are panicked, people terrified of the explosions.
Some are not.
“Find the king,” a man yells, and I’m not sure how I can tell, but it’s not a guard.
“Shoot anyone you see,” calls another.
Smoke is filling the hallway now, and I hear glass shattering. A woman’s scream is abruptly silenced. Corrick tugs at my hand, and I follow into the darkness.