Chapter Twenty-Four
Nola scanned the room where she’d been trapped.
No. Protected. They’re keeping you safe.
She had expected concrete, weapon-lined walls. But instead, a pattern of bright blue clouds decorated the eggshell-white walls. Along one side sat a small bed with a soft pink comforter, and in the corner Bea rested in a rocking chair, apparently unfazed by the commotion around her. Eden huddled at Bea’s feet, clutching a ragdoll.
Of course Eden sleeps in the safest room in Nightland. Emanuel wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’s keeping me safe, too.
“How are you?” Nola asked, sitting on the floor.
“Good,” Eden muttered, crawling over and planting herself firmly in Nola’s lap. “Did you get a booboo?”
“A little one,” Nola said, shaking her head at Dr. Wynne’s startled look. “
