Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 9“WATER, I MUST HAVE WATER!” The foreigner kept banging on the grating. Avxhiu raised her head, and saw the moving silhouette of the guard, dark against the gray concrete, hobbling closer. A lackey she thought, used to orders, used to doing as he was told. Tending to the criminal would be his way to get back to sleep.
The prisoner kept banging the bowl. The cursing guard thrust his hand through the grating, to snatch the bowl. His impatience became his undoing. The foreigner grabbed hold of his arm and pulled. Avxhiu saw it plunge into the darkness, as his shoulder slammed into the grating. The man screamed in surprise and pain, thrashing about, going nowhere.
And for the first time, the foreigner spoke; not to the guard, but to her, and he didn’t ask her to op
