"Keep quiet... He's coming."
She'd never held anything more deadly than a feasting dagger - never wanted to. It was her brother, the prince, who was trained in battle arts. But now he, too, was dead, and it was up to her to see Sascha out of the castle alive.
"What, 'Mina? What is it?"
"I don't know, Sascha. Be still. I think I hear something coming."