“We have to get into the palace.” I turned back to my grandmother. “We used the tunnels to get here, but I’m not sure which one leads into the palace.” “I can help,” Micah spoke as he finally released Wren. He was still looking down at her, his fingers pushing stray pieces of hair behind her ear. “I can get you into the palace.” He turned to face me fully then, and I sucked in a shocked breath as Wren no longer blocked my view of him. He stood there in my grandmother’s kitchen wearing the uniform of a guard, a king’s guard, and on his chest, the king’s crest. A symbol of his power embroidered
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