Nathaniel had his hands behind his back, just pacing back and forth as the women discussed their ideas.<span style="font-style: italic">A rich guy... what would he want with Aris...? She's the only angel I've ever heard of being caught, so what would he-</span>Time seemed to freeze in place when he realized. Tension quickly appeared on his body, his muscles tightened, he looked like he could kill someone with a glare.<br/><br/>"He's going to sell her." he said through tightly gritted teeth, looking like he was holding his rage back, but might explode at any second. Horses whinnied, they could tell he was enraged, and they wanted to be elsewhere when he went off. Nathaniel turned to the others, looking like he would tear their heads off if they even said a word, and repeated, "He's going to sell her. That bastard thinks..." Nathaniel turned away, perhaps trying to calm himself, perhaps hoping what he said wasn't true. But he knew it was.<br/><br/>He gave the others a look, letting out a huff of breath, he bottled up his anger for the moment, and said quickly, "Let's go now. I'm not waiting around here for 'Sir' Ashton to refuse helping. If you're coming, then show me where Genoa is." With that, he walked out the door.