The Hunt
Rhea
My hands were raw. I’d been scrubbing the stone floors of the main hallway for three hours, and I still couldn’t get the image of that empty bed out of my head.
Every time a guard walked by, my heart somersaulted, and I’d have to force myself to keep pushing the rag across the cold, damp rock.
"Rhea, stop," Taya whispered, nudging my foot with her own. "You’re going to scrub a hole right through the foundation. Take a damn breath."
"I can't," I hissed, not looking up. "I can still smell him on me, Taya. Even after the soap and the sweat dripping off me."
"Nobody else smells it," she said, her voice tight with nerves. "Stop twitching. You look like a damn criminal."
"Maybe I am." I squeezed the rag, watching the dirty grey water drip onto my knees.
Suddenly, a sharp, c
