Maverick sat with his knees pulled to his chest. He tossed the stale biscuit back and forth between his filthy hands. It had been over a day since the madness happened in the map room, and save the guards who tossed him the occasional biscuit he had no idea what was happening in the castle above him. He needed to get out. His eyes cast upon the faint glow from the moon through the thin window. There had to be someway for him to get out of this mess. His heart clenched as Nova’s face fell into his thoughts. Every time he thought of her, he was filled with dread and prayed with everything he had no harm had come to her. If Jagson so much as removed a hair from her head he would do unimaginable things to the man. The stale biscuit crumbled beneath his fingers as his fist squeezed closed. Figh
