A door appears at the end of the hall out of nowhere. “How?” I ask. I can’t seem to form coherent sentences. I’m still in shock, I guess.
“We’re going to the cafeteria, so a door to the cafeteria appears,” one of the other guards says with a shrug. It must be some kind of fae magic, because I’ve never heard of such a thing.
Before we enter the room, she holds a hand out in front of me. “Any signs of collusion or rebellion between you and the other prisoners, and you’ll be taking your meals in your room. Understand?”
I nod as I drag my feet forward through the magic door. I can’t tell if I’m hungry or not, but I know I should eat so I can keep my strength up.
I step into a large drab space with long tables with empty plates on them. As I step forward, trying to figure out what to do, mo
