Chapter 27
Javin moved with the small group through the unbelievably deserted halls of the palace. Mouhra was trying to take them through what she thought would be the more unused parts, but this wasn't feeling right. They should have run into somebody by now. They'd had more problems getting to the tower, and it was supposed to be out of the way.
It wasn't right. No matter what, there should be guards around. Unless . . .
Unless all the guards have been called to repel Sohorkon getting into the city. If the Elders had been successful, the gates would have been thrown open, and Sohorkon’s army inside the city by now.
Maybe that's what it was. Maybe his plan was working better than he thought.
Right, he thought. I haven't heard a thing. If they were in the city, I'd have heard something . . . or at the least, felt something.
Then he caught himself. That's what he really meant. He was learning to rely more on his feelings. He didn't know if that was good or bad. Right now, though, he had to go with his gut barring any other evidence.
The problem was his gut was telling him something was very wrong. It was going way too smooth.