Chapter 28: The Agony of Guilt

Axton

Jody stared at me like she couldn't believe what I'd just said. Did she think we were at a spring festival and going to have some wine and cheese in a bit? I told her what I wished someone had told my sister when we first arrived here. That this place was a death trap - a dovrikxing prison - and that she should take any chance to escape. Even if that meant sacrificing your brother.

My chest turned to ice at the memory. It was my fault Celica was dead. Four months after they captured us, she had a chance to flee. The Roulex thought her wing was broken, but it was only sprained, so her heal time was faster than they expected. She played up her pain though and the double-jointedness of her wings threw them off. I squeezed my eyes shut, the ice in my chest spearing my heart. But then she'd come to my cell and had freed me.

"Let's go," she had whispered, the cut on her lip healing as she spoke. "Hurry, they do a guard switch in two minutes and we need to get Knox."