Covered by the shadow of her hood, Jessamyn walked swiftly through the dimly lit streets, her heart pounding in time with each step. The city around her felt heavy, as if it too was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Alderic had told her that Prince Louis would be in the northern watchtower, preparing with his men for whatever fate had in store. That's where she intended to go, to speak to him directly, to find out what he knew.
But her mind was clouded with fear—fear of what might already be unfolding behind the scenes. The Altanian troops were likely on the move, and with the assistance of Jerrick's mother, they could reach the palace at any moment.
Time was running out, but Jessamyn had a brief window, thanks to the mysterious foresight her unborn son had granted her. She couldn't waste this precious advantage. She had to act, and act now.
