Troy
It was unusually quiet the next morning. I opened the blinds to the stillness outside. Our window faced the courtyard, so usually, in the morning, there was a flurry of activity. The table of bagels, muffins, fruit and coffee had been set up, but no one was using it. Yesterday, I’d watched staff moved back and forth, using the courtyard as a shortcut. Guard members were constantly streaming in and out until the food and coffee were gone.
Today, it looked like the table hadn’t been touched since the food had been placed out there. An inkling of unease slithered through me. Generally, this kind of still meant that the guards were all busy with some emergency, but I suspected London would have alerted me if that was the problem.
Maybe I was just making a problem in my head because we
