Talia wakes up and sees Cele sitting in a chair beside her. Her legs are crossed and her expression is serious, almost deadly. Talia pushes the dull ache she feels in her body to the back of her mind and forces herself into a sitting position. The two stare at each other for a long, silent moment, reading each other, gagging each other.
“You have no intentions of helping us, do you?” Cele says. Her question is more of a statement. Talia can hear the careful measuring of her tone and knows she is trying to keep her anger in check.
“I won’t help you destroy the world I know, or the people I love. I will find a way out of here and then I will do everything I can to bring you down before you hurt anyone else.” Talia says.
“You’d kill your own mother?” Cele whispers.
“My mother’s already
