Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Hello?"

A voice wakes me. Wakes me from my dream of Tanner.

I open my eyes.

I am lying curled up on the cold, hard ground of the prison cell.

"Hello?" a voice says again.

I sit up. Look around.

I realize I am not alone.

There is another girl here.

A young girl.

She is sitting on the dirt next to me, resting against the back wall of the cell.

She holds a bowl in her hands.

She is offering me some food.

"Hello," I say.

She looks at me with her big eyes. There's an empty bowl beside her. And another, for me.

From the smell of it, it's made of vegetables.

"Are you hungry?" she asks.

"Yes."

She hands me the bowl.

I look in the bowl.

It's a stew of some kind.

I take a spoonful of stew and eat it.

It's gritty and bland.

But it's food.

"Where did you get this?" I ask her.

"The servants brought it this morning," she says, gazing at me with wide eyes.

"Where did you come from?" I ask.

She pauses.

"I'm... I'm not sure," she says.