Dawn
Two days go by with no word before I"m roused from my sleep by someone manhandling me to my feet. The guards shove me down the hall and up the stairs. I do as they say.
We stop, and the door in front of us is opened, revealing a large table set with a sickening amount of food. Juan Moreno sits at one end.
“Ahhh, Ms. Nolan, have a seat,” he says, not even looking up as he speaks.
I"m pushed into a chair opposite of him and an overflowing plate is placed in front of me. My stomach urges me to eat, but I hesitate.
“You know who I am,” I state the obvious.
“Yes. Dawn Nolan. Daughter of the Rebel general. Rebel spy,” he states in return.
“I am not a spy,” I say quietly.
“You came here to gather information, did you not?” he asks, his accent giving his voice a purr that sets me on e
