I didn’t expect Myra to c***k. Not yet anyway. In fact, I expected her to put up a fight for as long as possible. But Kellen in chains did something to her resolve. It didn’t happen all at once, there was no dramatic collapse or sudden confession, but I saw it. The way her jaw shifted when she looked at him. The twitch in her mouth, like her lips, wanted to curl into a snarl, and she was forcing them not to. She didn’t look at him with pity or guilt.
She looked at him like she wanted him dead, and that was enough to start with. It was enough that I could work with.
We kept them in separate rooms just so that they couldn’t plan something or collaborate on a story. There was no sound, no visual contact, and most importantly, there were no messages passed by the guards.
But the damage was
