A shiver runs down my spine as the cold and damp of the cell seep into my bones.
Who am I kidding? They’ve both been there a long time, and there’s nothing I can do about it. All I did was take the blame for a little girl stealing some bread.
I snort.
“Who’s making noise?” one of the other prisoners snaps.
I roll my eyes. It isn’t like he can do anything to me. Not in the medieval style conditions they keep us in. No one seeing this would believe it’s the same era as the one in the city, with fancy computers and pills to make sure people don’t gain weight.
There are no such worries here. The daily mush they give us is barely enough for someone to survive on, never mind get fat.
“Miller,” a guard barks, but my name barely registers any more. No one uses it.
I don’t respond. He’ll com
