CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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Go and do your best endeavour,
And before all links we sever,
We will say farewell for-ever.
—Ibid, Act II
I stopped batting my lashes at Corbin to gawk at Holder. Corbin frowned at his friend. “Danger? What sort of danger? We’re already trapped here.”
“Exactly. Paul has us trapped here, all of us, with no clear way to escape, and no way to find him. And now Bart has done virtually the same thing—he has us trapped, together, stuck in this blockade and unable to find him. Makes sense that this was part of his plan all along. And given that, I’m not expecting him to show up and throw us a party with balloon animals and ice cream.”
“Hmm.” Corbin stroked his chin, something I noticed he did when thinking hard. “He has a point, love.”
“Granted, but I just to
