Feet already in motion, Cassie spared her friend a glance over her shoulder as she ran through the banquet hall. Arrows pierced the air,
the tapestries burst into flames. The crowd burst into motion,scattering in an attempt to find shelter from the attack. Dishes
clanged to the floor, people screamed, but none of it registered in Cassie’s mind.
All that mattered was escape.
Spinning around a fallen Lady, Cassie careened into a hard body. She bit back a scream, slapping at the wall of chest with her left hand
while digging for her dagger with her right. Before she could get her dagger free she felt a strong grip on her wrist pulling her towards
the shadowed wall of the room. She strained to pull away, her mind not registering the hooded figure as familiar. Fingers closed over
“Shh.” Hot breath spilled down her neck as her captor whispered into her ear. “Stop fighting, Cass, we don’t have time.”
Nodding, she turned to see the Prince’s eyes looking out from the cloak’s hood.