I caught Greyson’s eye, and he stood as well, hurrying around the table to help me. “She hasn’t been feeling well for a few days,” he said. “I’m sure the shock isn’t helping.”
“Shock? And here I was, thinking you’d be pleased to know you’re almost free.” Daxton sighed and threw his napkin down. “Fine. See if I try to do anything nice for you again. Go take your nap. I’ll have my guards alert you when the Blackcoats are nothing more than a pile of charred remains.”
Richardwas in Elsewhere. Rivers. Strand. Thousands upon thousands of prisoners who had stayed to fight with us. It took a moment for my muddled mind to remember that Richardhad moved Dr. Hatchet, by some miracle—he was in another Blackcoat safe house, far away from Elsewhere and the m******e that was about to occur. No, not jus
