19 XVII

Gemma fiddled with her long black hair, staring at some sport on the floor of their cell-on-wheels. "How the hell did this happen?" she muttered, and Asha scowled.

"Oh, I bet I could tell you," she growled. "Our ever-so-wise and responsible leader," Asha began, eyes darkening, "decided to meet up with an angel, and then we all got punished for it. And now we're heading to the Hall of the Damned in these awful wagons, where we'll be beaten and tortured for who knows how long!" Asha rushed out in one breath, turning back to Gemma.

"Well yeah, I know that," Gemma rolled her eyes. "I meant how are we the ones getting punished? It was Shawn and... that angel girl!"

"Penelope," the blonde angel in the corner corrected but was immediately met with four death glares.

"Don't say another word," Valerie growled and Penelope sighed, turning back to the window she'd been looking out of.