Chapter Twenty Four

Hector Bayes

I took a moment to breathe deeply as the servants murmured among themselves, my gaze choosing to settle on the cobalt orange of Edna’s hair before dropping to her surprisingly steady gaze.

“You,” I grunted, nodding at the smirking woman when she pointed a shaky index to her purple and white-chromed frock.

“Rundown,” I deadpanned, crossing unsteady fingers over the width of my chest.

“Heard the lot of them running up Your Highness, sounded like a whole camp, quiet too, organized if you ask me, sir, these ain't no spring chickens,” Edna reported, fisting the linen of her frock between her fingers as she finished off her rap and a deep shudder went through the crowd.

Rogues? What a fucking joke. Who were they after? It certainly couldn’t be me, not unless they were new.

I heard the girl inhale a sharp frenzied breath behind me, and i turned to look as she slowly made her way over to stand before me.

“The girls, they’re after the girls,” Nola croaked, gripping her head like s