THIRTY-SEVEN
An electric shock jolted Sage back into the world. The hood came off, and she found herself in a dark room she’d never been in before. The disapproving face glaring down at her, however, she was very familiar with.
“You’ve had quite the run, Ms. Cynwrig.” Ava’s tone matched the anger in her eyes. So much for a happy reunion.
“I was trying—”
“I don’t need your excuses or crybaby explanations. You have caused more trouble than you’re worth. And skipping town like that... I should have you locked away for the rest of your days. You and Mr. Maddox, wherever he is.”
“Why don’t you do it, then, and spare me the lecture.” Sage clutched her hand. Somewhere between the desert and the prison she had found herself in, it had been wrapped up tight. The bandages were near soaked throu
