"Time to eat." The guard rattled the bars to punctuate his announcement before sliding a plate underneath the door.
Already? It was unnerving, having no sense of where I was in the day beyond the changing of the guards. They had changed another three times since Connolly had left, so it had been at least a full day.
I reached for the plate and instantly regretted it. The sight of maggots crawling on the moldy bread and rotting meat made me gag - and that was before I identified the white sauce coating some of it. Only it wasn't sauce, at least not the kind that would come from a kitchen.
The guards snickered nastily, and I realized they were watching me, gauging my reaction to what they'd done.
Disgusting pigs, all of them.
"Not hungry." I shoved the plate across the floor, benea
