Caleb wants to go back to the capital now? As in, right now?
“That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life,” I tell him.
“What do you know?” he growls, fury crumpling his features. “That traitor is sitting on my throne like he belongs there, emboldened by the lie that I am dead. I will return to the capital, I don’t care who stands in my way. Then I will rip that bastard’s head off in front of his entire army of betrayers.”
He is shaking in his rage, his eyes flashing red.
We don’t even have a car here, but I suspect even that won’t hold him back. At this rate, he seems as if he would run the whole way to the capital if he has to.
“You are still healing,” I tell him.
“I’m healed enough.”
“It’s suicide,” I try instead. “You won’t make it past the guards and their guns, and then y
