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Chapter Seventy-Three
Nolan: “I want to speak to the king and queen. Their daughter has committed murder, and I want her to pay!” I still couldn’t figure out how he got us into the Nothing, but he was seething; waves of red-hot rage poured from him like the tide rolling in. I found that if I keep my distance, I can maintain a clearer head and manage to keep us on track without letting his anger and grief lead us to something much darker than the plan he claims to have. “Stay calm, Arbor. We must keep a clear head, or the only thing we will get is a ticket to our own funerals.” I told him calmly, reaching out to touch him, praying our bond would ease some of that burden. When he relaxed from my touch, I exhaled the air that had been captive in my lungs, waiting for some sign from him that he would accept me,
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