Chapter 223
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.