#Chapter 202: Learn Her Face

“Come on,” Caleb says. As he stands, he gently takes my hands and helps me up from the chair. “You’ve been in here too long already.” I pause for a moment, still processing all his words and what’s happening here. “You aren’t angry.” “I am angry,” he says. “But not at you. No one told me where you were. I heard only that Jason and a servant killed my mother. I searched for you but I couldn’t find you. It took me far too long to understand the guards would not recognize you in these clothes.” Caleb growls under his breath. “If Tristan were here, he would have had this entire thing under control in ten minutes. I am permanently inhibited without my right hand.” My heart ached for Caleb’s loss, as well as for the thought of Tristan locked away somewhere. I could only hope that he wasn’t being tortured. If he could hold out until the spies located him, Caleb would see him rescued. And so would I. We move out into the hallway. I recognize this floor as the one above the dungeons.