The soldiers hunting them would soon reach their floor. Drake steeled himself for the end. He had plenty of regrets. A horn sounded in the distance. The scout, still by the window, peeked outside then frowned. “What is it?” Drake asked. “More of them come to support Donella?” “I don’t… I don’t think so. I think it might be help for us.” Drake exchanged a glance with Dymphna then rushed to the window. Two sets of troops were approaching the castle, briskly cantering parallel to each other. The smaller troop, made up of less than one hundred soldiers, carried a black flag at their lead. The second troop was larger, maybe triple the size, and carried a green flag. “Help from both courts,” Drake said under his breath. He looked over his shoulder at Dymphna. “You did it. You called, and they came.” “It’s not possible,” Dymphna said. “Not unless they were already on their way.” Drake gazed out the window again. Cara had known about Sorcha’s pregnancy, too.
