Wiping a smudge off the bathroom mirror, Melissa observed her reflection. Her face was haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She was exhausted, worn out and jittery at the same time.
Grabbing the edge of the sink with both hands, Melissa leaned forward until her forehead almost touched the glass. “Just keep it together,” she whispered. “The first duty of a prisoner is to escape.”
She couldn’t remember where she had heard that.
Aiden had given her a pair of gray sweat pants and a tank-top, a gift for which she was grateful. She hated being grateful to that little maggot for anything, but it was better than her dirty cloaking suit. Another day in that thing, and she would probably start trying to peel her own skin off.
She turned around, and the door slid open.
Back into the little
