37: Brice
Brice
Before the cell door sealed behind him, Fen looked up at Brice expectantly. He ignored her, sat on his bunk, back against the wall. Looked up at the ceiling, gave the sensor a smile.
“Well?” she asked.
“Fine.”
“No. Did you see anything?”
“Had my eyes open.”
“And?”
He sighed. “You mean, did I see any way to escape, right?”
She nodded, eyes wide. He must’ve smiled, because she leaned in closer. Any moment now she’d start panting.
“Nope,” he said, and watched her face fall.
He couldn’t tell her what had happened, because he wasn’t sure himself.
They’d taken Brice to see Doctor Zurlo again—she was on her own, even told the guards to wait outside. She’d tried reaching his lattice through her own, and he’d resisted. It was easier this time, as easy as standing up st
