13
JAX
Get back,” I whispered urgently, pulling Haley into the shadows of another corridor, shielding her from the guards’ view.
Don’t look, I muttered silently as they marched down the passageway perpendicular to ours. Keep right on walking. Do not look this way…
Haley gripped my hand and nodded toward the other end of our corridor, but that was a no-go. It opened back up into the main parlor, where Keradoc’s servants had been trying to corral the lingering party guests. The crowd had thinned substantially; our chances of being spotted were much greater now.
I shook my head. All we could do was wait for the guards to pass.
Only it wasn’t just a few guards, we quickly realized. They were transporting prisoners—three dozen or so, as far as I could count, made up of every race imaginab
