Jay remained vigilant, watching the area beyond the bars of the cell for a long while after the others had departed. The shouts from the other inmates slowly receded. She let her gaze drift over the cell. A cot was pushed along one wall, another held a toilet and a sink, and then the other was bare except for a hook that appeared to have jeans and a shirt hanging on it. The concrete block walls were painted with glossy white paint and the bars were black. She wasn"t sure what she"d expected, but it wasn"t this. Weren"t they supposed to be nurturing the rogues? Encouraging them to regain control?
But everything was basic and purely functional. No books, no TV… nothing to tempt the dragon"s mind back to reality. Perhaps the rogue dragons didn"t need anything to occupy their minds. She didn"
