The underground cell was colder than the first one.
Darker.
More permanent.
I'd been here for two days since they'd dragged me back from the border. Two days of sitting in the dark, wondering if my letter had made it to Kade or if Lydia had been telling the truth about the guards burning it.
Two days of feeling my hope die a little more with each passing hour.
The baby moved. A flutter against my ribs.
At least one of us was still fighting.
"I'm sorry," I whispered for the hundredth time. "I tried. I really tried."
Footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Multiple sets.
I pushed myself to standing. Backed against the far wall.
The cell door opened.
Two guards entered. Different ones from before. Older. Harder.
"Time to move," the first one said.
"Move where?"
"Miss Kane has decid
