We knew the attack was coming. How could we not?
The first place I look as the rebels stream into the grand hall is at Emma. She’s turned around in her seat, taking in the rebel attack, but she quickly faces me. Our exchanged look is full of gratitude, promises, and wishes of luck.
Then she grabs my mom as planned and leads her quickly to the side-door I came in by. On the way out, she grabs a sword we stashed ahead of time behind a column.
I want to watch them go, want to see them safely disappear with my own eyes, but there are many other people here who don’t have a personal escort to safety.
I turn toward my mate, our hands still joined. There’s no time for words or even a kiss before Marbell hands us the swords we stashed behind her, too.
As we descend the steps toward the rows o
