Chapter 41: Satan[,] he who envies now thy state, who now is plotting how he may seduce thee also from obedience[.] – VI, 900-904
“NIHIRA!”
Startled, she almost drops old Nicolas, but manages to keep him steady by shoving him against the wall.
“Lane!” she yells back, annoyed. “I swear to g—”
“Don’t go outside!” they call back, coming to a sliding stop outside the cell. “Don’t go outside. They’re in the streets. They’re headed this way.”
“Who—”
“Where’s Ezra?” Lissie demands, running to the bars to scan the corridor beyond.
“He’s fine. He’s barricading the doors and windows with Curtis. I just came ahead to warn you all,” Lane waves away.
Despite wiping the sweat from their face, they don’t sheath their sword. Like they’re expecting an attack any second.
Lissie, on the other hand, feels guilty as sin: instead of eating with them, Curtis had excused himself to his – Logan’s old – room. She’d understood, of course. She still takes mental health days because of Eli sometimes.
But, with all the commotion, she’d completely forgotten he was still out there. The twinge of nausea she feels doesn’t dissipate.