Chapter Twenty-One
The sound began far at the back of Nola’s brain. A terrible screaming that had no words. One high-pitched, piercing screech that floated further and further forward, fighting to block out Jeremy’s voice.
“The bomb was planted under the bridge a long time ago.” Jeremy held her up by the shoulders, pleading and fear painting his face. “To make sure the outsiders didn’t cross the bridge and overwhelm the domes. If we had seen Nightland coming, we could have stopped them, too, but they got over some other way. If we hadn’t blown up the bridge, those people would have come across and attacked us. We had no other choice.”
The screaming in her head had grown too loud now. She couldn’t hear his words at all. He was talking fast, his lips forming important phrases she couldn’t
