CHAPTER TWELVE
The only light in the cell was the glimmer that came in through a high window, casting a pool of brightness on the floor. By it, Genevieve could see the other figure who had been forced into the cell with her.
She was worried about Garet. He sat in one corner, wincing every time he moved, with occasional hissing intakes of breath when the wrong part of his skin touched the wall or floor.
“What did they do to you?” Genevieve asked, moving to crouch beside him.
Garet shook his head. “It’s not as if you care.”
“I’m in here because I care,” Genevieve said. “I came down here to free you, and Altfor was waiting.”
She reached out a hand to rest it gently on Garet’s shoulder, but even that was enough to make him recoil in pain. On his arms, she could see burns, and the bloody
