Evelyn
“What are the chances the guards at the front door report your departure to their king?” I ask Emma as we cross the bridge back toward the palace. It was torturous leaving my dad again, but it was a little easier knowing I’ll see him again in two weeks.
“Non-existent,” she answers. “Alexander has no need to keep track of my movements. They do have specific orders to report the comings and goings of his shikra though.”
“They do?” I ask in surprise as the palace doors come back into view. It’s like willingly walking into my prison as much as it like coming home.
“Hence the disguise. Speaking of which, put your hood back up.”
I follow Emma’s instructions, and the guards usher us back through the front doors without a clue. I can hear the doors clattering closed behind us when we s
