My gaze shifted to Nikolas. He appeared barely able to stay awake, but he struggled to do so for us. I wondered if he truly did not know who his description of the arsonists sounded like or if he was just trying to avoid blaming his own sons.
Either way, I knew that this subject was not one to continue in front of him. For now.
“Nikolas, you look exhausted,” I said as I walked over to Andrew and grabbed his hand. “Maybe we should leave and let you get some rest.”
“No, no,” Nikolas said, shaking his head weakly. “I’m fine, really…”
“I think that they’re right, sweetheart,” Eliza said, patting Nikolas on the shoulder. “You can hardly keep your eyes open, and the doctor did say that you should get your rest. I’m sure that they’ll come back soon
