Jailbreaks, Fireworks, & Other Acts of Devotion

Aydenne (de Riva) Dellamorte has been working too hard. Zalan, Turvi, and his de Riva cousins-by-knives plan to correct that.Click for a snippet“We’re leaving,” Zalan said, low and urgent.

Aydenne stared, stunned. “Zalan—how did you—”

Zalan didn’t let him finish. He guided him back into the room with a steady hand between his shoulder blades, shutting the door behind them before another crash could echo through the halls.

“Turvi is buying us time,” he said. “And judging by the noise, he’s buying us a lot of it.”

Aydenne’s heart hammered. “Zalan, I can’t just—”

“You can,” Zalan said. “And you are.”

Another crash. A scream. Something that sounded suspiciousiously like a very large tapestry ripping.

Aydenne winced. “What is he doing?”

“Being Turvi,” Zalan said simply. “Which is to say: distracting everyone in the Villa.”