Chapter 30
Juniper's POV Juniper didn’t know how much time had passed—hours, maybe days. The endless hum of the cell walls and the dim, unchanging light made it impossible to tell. She sat on the cold floor, cradling Calliope in her arms, her daughter’s quiet breaths the only sound other than her own heart pounding in her ears. The metallic hiss of the door sliding open startled her. She instinctively tightened her hold on Calliope, her eyes snapping to the figure filling the doorway. The man was massive, a towering presence that seemed to suck all the air from the room. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his uniform—a dark, structured material that gleamed faintly under the cell’s light—stretched taut across his chest. The insignia on his shoulder was unfamiliar, an angular emblem etched in sil
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