Triumphant

The packhouse looked kind of different.

It wasn’t as bright as it was before and there was just an air of depression and sadness about it. I had already found it quite depressing because of my situation but this was even worse.

“Where is everyone?” Grant asked.

“I imagine our people are locked up,” Ronan commented. “See if you can get to the prisons, Grant.”

“Be safe.” I whispered.

“Death would be so much better than what’s to come.” He muttered before hurrying off.

“So what do I do?” I asked Ronan.

“You stay close to me and keep yourself out of trouble. No fighting for you.”

“What? I want to fight with you, darling.”

“You are carrying precious cargo, my love. You cannot fight.” He kissed me before taking my hand.

We tiptoed through the courtyard, still wildly confused about how empty it all was. Where in the world was everyone?

“I think we can actually make it into the house,” Ronan whispered, tugging my hand.

We go to the front door. Something wasn’t right. It all felt too eas