Chapter Eighteen
The room Seth led me into wasn't much fancier than the one he'd locked me in. The only difference was the contraption sat in the middle of it, next to a chair with leather straps. It was all twisted pipes and bottles of bubbling liquid. I wasn't sure what I'd have expected from the nullifier, but it wasn't this. It looked more primitive than I'd expected, and the chair was positively terrifying.
I took a deep breath. It was going to be fine. I'd drunk the potion Nephthys had made, and that would stop it from working. I might be uncomfortable while strapped in, but it wasn't going to do me any permanent damage.
I hoped.
"Sit," Seth instructed, pointing to the chair.
It was going to be okay. I had to believe that. I was going to get through this without any problems and
