Chapter Eighty

NOLA REYNOLDS

“K-Kalden?” I croaked, nudging the man who was lying face-first on the castle grounds beside me, motionless, a thick plume of dusk masking his hair and back.

I twisted his neck away from the ground carefully, wincing when I realized he’d broken his nose in the fall, the fracture of a bone jutting out of the smooth skin as the wound started to swell, but no blood was pumped from the area.

“Help us, please, he- he cant breathe if his nose is swollen shut,” I stammered, pushing my palms out to him as the nursemaids hovered over us, their whitened faces blurring as tears gathered in my eyes and a dull ache started to climb up from the pits of my stomach, hooks of misery sinking into my heart.

“Miss Lady, We're going to need you to calm down,” A somber-faced woman with large black and white puppy eyes intoned, the wispy thin strands of her blonde hair matted and secured in what looked like a small bun at the base of her neck so that her head appeared quite triangular.

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