I watched in shock as the cloaked figure paused his climb, and a weighted hush fell over the square. He withdrew something from the folds of his cloak and aimed it at the high prince, a glint of silver catching the light. The colors from the screen below illuminated the man’s face as he lowered his hood and I gasped, recognizing the auburn curls, the pointed chin. Jarom. A single shot blasted from the barrel.
Oh damn!
