Norsen freezes. He turns, meeting Solma’s gaze. Shock sparkles in his eyes. Yenn fights with everything she has.
“Sol!” she cries. “Olive! Tell him to get off!”
For a time, no-one says anything. Norsen looks between Olive and Solma, guilt replacing the shock in his face. Olive aims her pistol. Solma just stares, fighting to understand.
This makes no sense. She’s missed something important and it feels as if it’s right in front of her.
“Let her go,” Olive growls. “Everyone’s looking for her. Let her go.”
Norsen’s expression hardens. “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my own daughter!” he snarls. Olive only looks surprised for a moment before she bares her teeth, stepping forward.
“It takes a properly twisted person,” she says, her voice low and dangerous, “to kidnap their own k
