Chapter 242

** Poppy’s POV **Alaric moves first, quicker now, cutting across the courtyard toward a stairwell. He takes the steps two at a time, leading us up and through an alleyway that spits us out onto a different street. Bastian stays close at my back, like a silent, broodshadowWhen we reach the comer, Alaric pauses and glandes behind us, his lips twitching into a smirk. They missed the tum.”My heart hammers. “How do you know?”He taps his temple. “Instinct.”“Or ego,” Bastian grumbles under his breath.