Chapter 11

I’m lying flat on my back on the floor of my cell, staring up at the unremarkable roof. Somehow, it feels less claustrophobic down here, and despite the cold seeping into my body, and my steadily pounding head, I don’t move.

A panel on the steel door slides open. I tense and sit upright. “Are you decent, little miss?” Glenn asks on the other side.

“You have some gall coming here.”

He chuckles. “Fair warning, I’m coming in.”

“Whatever,” I say and get up, moving over to the bed.

A loud clang echoes off the wall in my tiny cell, and the door swings open. I grip the edges of the mattress to stop myself from bolting out of the cell in a panic. I can’t outrun a wolf, I can’t use my magic, and I have no idea where I am. “I brought you some breakfast,” he says and puts a metal container on the little cabinet by my bed.

“I’m not hungry,” I say, folding my arms across my chest.

“Come on, you must be starving. When is the last time you ate?”

“For all I know, that food’s poisoned.”

Grinni