Chapter 222

Kit sat in her prison cell far longer than she expected to before anyone brought the morning meal. When the soldier came in and set it down on the table near the window, he said nothing, certainly didn’t question how she’d managed to change gowns. That had been several hours ago. The uneaten porridge sat crusting over in the bowl, the core of an apple, the only food she’d eaten, lay next to it. She was glad to have her tea, the special blend Armant had her drinking several times a day while she was in the midst of her Choosing. Though it tasted a little bitter, and she had never much cared for it, at least it seemed like a bit of normal.

Staring at specks she assumed were people was all she had found to entertain herself, and even then her mind often wandered to the ones she missed most, that and how she was supposed to incite a revolution when she couldn’t even leave the room. Footsteps on the stairs had her turning her head away from the window. Whoe