Axel was soon returned to his cell with the advice he may as well get comfortable. Those words had felt like tiny cuts, slashing at the promise of freedom and his way back to Cassandra. He passed much of the time just staring at the door on the other side of the holding area.
Every time it opened his heart filled with hope it would be Cassandra coming for him, coming to tell Axel everything was alright and how she forgave him for losing control like that.
Axel wanted to see her so badly. Just to touch her, bury his face in Cassandra's hair and draw in that soft beautiful scent until he was reeling from it, but every time he was left disappointed.
Axel scuffed the end of his boots, kicking aimlessly at the crumbling plaster lining his cell and distracting himself by closing his eyes a
