Lorraine's face went pale as the truth settled in. Aldric hadn't planned to save them both. He had planned to save her.
And knowing Sylvia, brave, bright and loyal Sylvia, she hadn't been forced into this. The calm, steady smile on her lips was proof enough. It wasn't resignation she wore, but resolve.
Lorraine's throat tightened. Sylvia didn't need to do this. All Lorraine had to do was vanish through one of the tunnels; she could disappear into the labyrinth beneath the city and resurface when it was safe. There was no need for Sylvia to act as bait, no need for sacrifice. Everyone simply needed to get out alive.
"You cannot go to the red-light district now," Aldric murmured, leaning close to her ear. His voice was low and rough, each word cut short by urgency. "And we've sealed some of the tunnels."
Lorraine turned sharply toward him. "Sealed? Why?"
