A loud whoosh echoed through the courtyard as flames bloomed from a window on the second floor. One of the rooms up there was burning, the fire quickly spreading to either side; embers from the explosion landed and caught elsewhere, and soon the gardens were smouldering while smoke poured off the building’s roof.
All semblance of order vanished in a matter of seconds. The hostages stampeded from the great hall, Paul’s crew helpless to stop them—not that they were paying much attention, caught up as they were in their own panic.
Jay just stood, staring up at the burning room. If Sebastian had been in there—if Jay had sent him to his death—
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