It had been a few hours at least, Amara estimated, sitting inside her cage while military men swarmed about, none of them shooting her or Jessica the merest glance. It seemed that many of them were frightened of who they referred to as the Commander but was in actual fact her Uncle Marcus. She seethed. Jessica on the other hand had gone strangely quiet, sitting still as a statue. Ever since he'd gone and she'd been rejected she'd been quiet, not a word uttered out of her mouth. She stared into the distance, eyes staring at nothing in particular, her expression oddly blank. It was as though she'd resigned herself to the situation and had no fight whatsoever inside of her.
"Jessica" Amara hissed, fighting the urge to slap some sense into her. Not that she could reach her but still there wa
