Isabella

My mind was almost shot off as my hand reached for my phone to send Frederick a message. "Curfew," I heard Frank say, but I wasn't able to question him further as my fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, forming words.

"How soon can you leave?" I asked, instantly hearing a reply. "Just give me a time, and I will be where you need me to be."

"Where?" I asked Frank.

"I will send the message when we reach the lower town. Who knows who's around him. Tell him to prepare; he will get words soon enough." I texted the words as fast as possible, and Frederick's reply was...