The echo of grinding gears replayed in my mind. It was the sound of me being trapped down here with no way to escape. It was the sound of the barrier in my way, stopping me from running to my mate's rescue. It was the sound of the inevitable.
I paced back and forth, like the caged animal I was.
"Well, this is different."
The crowd of voices in my mind link was the background noise to the chaos of my thoughts. It wasn't until I'd paced the length of the room and turned back around that I noticed Jake in his cell.
"Nice catsuit, " he scoffed, gripping the bars with both hands and resting his forehead on the bars in between. "You practising for a fashion show?"
I shook my head, realising that this discussion was going to be more like an improv skit than the serious conversation it real
