Jessica was fuming after she was dragged kicking and screaming down to the dungoen, the warriors ignoring her protests and hysterical screams to be let go. She had vivid recollections of the last time she'd been down here and her hand touched her hair reactively, seeking to reassure herself that it hadn't been cut yet again, at least not yet. She couldn't believe mousy little Amara had had the guts to throw her in a cell. Jessica hadn't seen that coming.
She watched the warriors leave, the only light a small patch of sunlight that streamed through some barred windows. It was dark otherwise, the smell of dampness and mildew in the air. She slept on an uncomfortable cot and when she woke up the next morning it was to see a very disgruntled looking Amara, who looked less than impressed to b
