Dionne
The cell was familiar in the worst possible way.
Same cold, damp stone walls. Same stank of rot and piss. Same thick iron bars.
I'd been here before. Different cell, maybe. But the same crushing weight of confinement. The same suffocating knowledge that I was trapped and powerless.
I sat with my back against the wall and let the silence settle around me. Let it press into my skin, my lungs, my bones. I silently hoped that it would press away the anger that had taken shape deep within me. But it didn't.
The rage rose up from somewhere deep in my chest, hot and vicious and all-consuming. I could actually feel my skin burn with the intensity of it. Could feel it crawling through my veins like fire, making my hands shake, making my teeth clench so hard my jaw ached.
I should never have believed Silas.
