46 SeditionRicard sat chewing her nails, even though over the last forty-eight hours she had bitten them to the quick till they were painful and bloody. She knew something major was happening for two reasons: firstly, White had not been to see her to explain his actions and secondly, the same soldier had been on duty at her door for two days straight - and she reasoned that the rest of the squad must have been tied up elsewhere. The knock at the door made her jump. Painfully, she realised that her fingertips were throbbing and she stood up, still wearing the pyjamas she had put on two days ago.
‘Yes!’ she shouted cantankerously.
‘Miss Ricard, I have some food for you,’ Luis said as the soldier opened the door and ushered him in.
‘I’m not hungry.’
‘You must eat, Miss Ricard. You have no
