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CHAPTER 14: Trapped (Kira POV)

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The tray slid under the door with a metallic scrape that made me flinch. I stared at it from the floor where I’d been sitting for hours, roast chicken, steamed broccoli, a dinner roll, a bottle of water. Prison food dressed up fancy. I didn’t move to touch it.

My stomach growled anyway. Traitor.

I dragged myself over, knees scraping the carpet, and pulled the tray closer. The chicken was still warm. Someone had bothered to heat it. Probably Cassidy. The tho
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