Roman
I get a message on a phone I didn’t expect to be ringing. My work phone. Ever since I failed to deliver Stella to the King, no one had any new jobs for me. I may have become a job after the stunt I pulled. I didn’t have any new employers except for Autumn, that is.
I don’t recognise this number, but the message makes me think instantly that it must belong to someone at the King’s palace, someone that wants to join the revolution. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be risking this much. A stray thought that it may be Stella messaging me herself passes through my mind and my heart beats a little faster. I don’t even want to imagine what she had to do or go through to get the information, but the message is received loud and clear.
Instead of trying to decipher the puzzle of who is trying to
