The Storm Queen sat sideways on Catherine's lounge chair, her legs slung over one arm, cloaked and hooded, a raven perched on her shoulder. With no lamps lit, the intruder was invisible in the windowless living quarters. Catherine was not a fan of extra entryways, yet the queen had made her way past the reinforced and locked front door. The queen swung her legs forward and lit the nearest lamp. The raven adjusted its feet but remained in place. "They are nearby..."
All went silent and cold. His teeth clamped shut. A shock pulsed up through his legs, his arms, his throat. He couldn't scream. He couldn't blink. Paintings slid from the wall and the bolts fell from the front door. He could hear the static noises from his armor display, the groans from the pile of wounded Stormguard, but he could not move. He could only watch as the front door opened and the last of the Stormguard stepped inside, as if invited.
It hadn't been enough, Ardan thought, running with sidewalk-splitting clomps toward the cracked, tilting Carnie Wheel, clutching the tattered Masker-Rage poster in his free fist. It hadn't been enough to escape the Stormguard by the dead of night. It hadn't been enough to use assumed names and hide every day for more than a decade. It hadn't been enough for the kids to watch their mother die. ... And now, his children were falling ...
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