More and more people start to notice. Then screaming and panic begins. People start running for the doors back into the hall. Caleb and I, closest to the railing of the balcony, are left pushing at the back of the fearful crowd.
Behind us, more and more parachutes blot out the sky. A few come uncomfortably close, landing in the courtyard beyond. Gunfire sounds, lighting up the night with flickering flashes. The sounds make me cower, afraid of being hit.
Then, my worst fear, before the balcony can fully clear out, a few large men with parachutes land directly onto the balcony.
“Behind me, Harper,” Caleb demands, shoving me as he steps forward.
The other men have assault rifles. I pull out my small knife like that will make a difference.
“King Caleb?” one of the men calls out. It’s ha
