I should have started scratching lines on the wall or something to keep track of the days. But I couldn’t really tell how much time had passed since we’d been dragged from the forest and locked up in this cell. There were no windows, except the one on the door of this twelve-by-twelve room, and that one was usually closed. Emma had been full of unanswerable questions at first, but eventually I snapped at her and she’d withdrawn into a sullen silence.
I was pretty sure they’d been feeding us three times a day, and I think I’d had nine meals. Light seemed to come from glowing stones in the ceiling, and three times it had gone dark for an extended period of time. Three days was a likely guess.
They’d done something when we first got here, and I could see that my hair had changed back to nor
