Chapter Fifteen
Since I’d never seen the cells where Jace and Natila had been imprisoned, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But they were more or less standard-issue, I supposed — enclosed in bars, with a hard little cot in each one. The bathroom facilities were down a short hallway, and you had to ask a guard to take you. I supposed it was better than having to do it out in front of everyone, but still, not the most dignified thing in the world.
Evony had retreated to her cot and was huddled in a corner, knees drawn up to her chest, face buried in her arms. When I’d tried to call out softly to her, she’d shot me a glare of such fury that I recoiled.
Let her grieve, Jace told me. He’d been silent the whole way here, and also while we were shoved into our individual cells, with me next to Ev
