Chapter 41
VoidBranwen stared around her prison, begging her eyes to find something. A detail to explore. Anything to distract herself. A mark, a variation. A c***k, a seam in the endless gray floor, walls, ceiling, limitless and claustrophobic.
How long had she been here?
Hours? Days? Weeks?
Her surroundings never changed, not one bit. At first she’d tried to count sleeping and waking, but she suspected she’d been sleeping more and more. Trying to escape, even temporarily. But she simply had no way to tell.
She might have been sleeping for minutes instead of hours.
When she was awake, she had plenty of time to replay all of the conversations of her past few days in the world.
Plenty of time to realize she might have made things so, so much worse.
Her grandmother—and if he could be
