Chapter 23
The morning light filtered weakly through the high basement windows, doing little to dispel the cold that had settled into Ravyn's bones during the night. She woke at six-thirty, her body still conditioned by five years of prison routine where sleeping past dawn meant missing breakfast and starting the day at a disadvantage.
She lay still for a moment, taking inventory of her situation. Her phone—the encrypted one—was tucked safely under her thin mattress where she'd hidden it before falling asleep. Her interview with Rhys was scheduled for two o'clock that afternoon. Dante had texted around midnight to say Rhysand was resting comfortably and would likely be discharged by mid-morning.
Everything was, theoretically, under control.
But Ravyn had learned long ago that "theoreti
