Six pairs of footsteps echoed down the grand corridor as they were led toward the dining hall by a staff member who was far too polite for someone working for a murderous cult.
Aliana's grip around Gavriel's arm tightened with every step that brought them closer to their destination.
She stole a quick glance up at her husband, who looked as composed as ever. If she didn't know they were marching straight onto a battlefield, she would have assumed he was simply on his way to a quiet evening meal.
Gavriel had assured her that the distraction they set in motion would be enough to draw the attention of Vance and the other cult members away from the dining hall.
It would give Aliana and Jade just enough time to quietly warn the innocent guests not to eat the food, but only to pretend until Vance and the others left for the ritual.
