The Revolt
Alan ran in, out of breath. “They’ve attacked Spadros Castle!”
Molly sat frozen in terror.
I couldn’t think. Too much was happening. “Do we have anyone to send? Anyone at all?”
“We lost twenty men,” Alan gasped. “Here, today.” He panted for a moment, seeming calmer. “But I sent word to our street captains. They should have reinforcements on their way within the hour.”
I took a deep breath. “I know your grandmother’s there.”
Alan paled.
Roy had seized the old woman when Tony and I were married to ensure John Pearson’s loyalty. “Go. Take your brothers with you.”
Alan ran out.
I went to the front door. Servants scrubbed the front porch, the stone walkway. The way was mostly clear. Behind me, bullet holes beyond number pierced the walls, but as there were no windows upon th
