Chapter Thirteen
When Chloe awoke, it was to the horrendous sound of metal clanging on metal. Through bleary eyes, she saw several guards strutting through the corridor, swords dragging along the bars to create the din.
Chloe stared sleepily across to Jesepiah’s cell. She was already awake, great wet stains around her pits as she counted her sit-ups. “Ready for breakfast, sleepyhead?” She grinned.
Chloe was led through the corridors of the tree into a mess hall lined with benches. She queued, received a bowlful of gray sludge (which once again reminded her of the filth she had seen in the bathhouse), and played with her spoon until the slop went cold and the inmates were ushered back out of the room again.
They were led to a separate room which housed next to nothing. There were a few
