Moving silently along the edges of the outer wall of the castle, the rebels made their way towards the back entrance of the kitchen as instructed. Midnight was fast approaching as they neared the rendezvous point.
Greyson, who was leading them through the silent grounds of the castle, came to a sudden halt when a hooded figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Caleb, who was behind Greyson, slowly and silently pulled his sword preparing for a betrayal. The hands came up, and pushed back the hood, exposing a petite face with enormous blue eyes.
“Olivia!” Greyson whispered with shock, as he recognized the face before him.
“Oh the gods, I’m not too late,” she cried when she saw them. “I don’t know how, but they know you’re coming. They have an ambush planned. You need to leave, now, before it’s too late,” she warned them, as she looked around, worried that the guards could show up at any time.
“Dammit,” Greyson swore, and then looked to Caleb. “What do you want to do?”
Caleb thought for a moment. “Do you trust her?” he asked.
“Yes, Olivia has been a friend since childhood,” Greyson told him without reservation. Caleb nodded, and looked to Olivia.
“Do they know how many are coming?” he asked her.
“They know that it’s Greyson, Oscar and some of their men. I don’t think that they know who else, beyond that,” she explained to Caleb.
“What are you thinking?” Greyson and Oscar both wanted to know.