Chapter Nine
It was five minutes before midnight of the day after my talk with Mr. Apollo. I lay on the top bunk of my and Ivan’s bunk bed, pretending to be asleep in case any guards came by to check on me, but I was really awake and waiting for Rime’s Ice Soldier to open the door to my cell. I had been awake for hours, but the anticipation meant I didn’t feel even slightly tired. I actually felt raring and ready to go; in fact, I was really impatient, so impatient that I wished I could leave now and not five minutes from now.
The prison was incredibly quiet tonight, as it always was. Every now and then I’d hear the snoring of a prisoner, but by and large everyone slept pretty quietly, mostly because the guards punished anyone who slept too loudly. I wasn’t sure why, other than that the
