I jolt upright as freezing water crashes over my entire body, drenching me. The shock steals my breath.
My hand shakes as I wipe my face, blinking fast, trying to understand where I am.
The cold settles in my bones, and my clothes cling to my skin.
Then, I see their faces.
Five guards. Two from earlier, three I have never seen before. The way they stare at me is wrong. Their eyes hold hunger, anger, and something darker.
They look at me like they want to tear me apart, and ruin me.
But Mom only told them to lock me up. She never said anything like this. So why do their faces tell me something worse is coming?
“What is the meaning of this?” My voice cracks as I speak. My brows pull together. Something feels wrong inside me. I feel weak. Too weak. Like I have been drugged.
“Silver?”
