ALJUN'S POV
Aljun woke with a hand on his shoulder.
His eyes snapped open, and his hand went for the knife at his side before he saw Arnulf crouched in front of him.
"What?" Aljun breathed. "Is it my turn to guard?"
Arnulf shook his head.
The whole building was dark. Moonlight came through the gaps in the boards and laid thin strips across the floor. The room smelled like blood, sweat, old paper, and damp concrete. For a second, Aljun only heard his own breathing.
Then the soldier groaned from the other side of the room.
Aljun pushed himself up fast.
Malcolm was gone.
His spot near the wall was empty. Iyisha's pistol was gone too. His revolver was gone. The map was not on the floor anymore.
Aljun looked at Arnulf. "Where is he?"
Arnulf's face was hard. "Gone."
Aljun's stomach dropped. "You checked outside?"
"Yes."
Harry stood near the front window and looked through the boards. "The front's been cleaned out."
Aljun got to his feet and crossed to him.
He looked out.
