Thirty-Three
Ryann needed some good news, and Keelin didn’t disappoint.
Thirty minutes was good, but it was still longer than Ryann wanted to spend in this position. She didn’t enjoy sitting on the floor, not when there was a soft sofa within reaching distance. But Daman wouldn’t allow any movement. Eljin had asked to use the heads, but Daman had told him to hold it in. He had a damn lattice, didn’t he?
Ryann was already using her lattice to relieve the pressure from her bladder. It was a simple enough thing to do, but the smell around her told her others hadn’t managed it. She had a pretty shrewd idea who it was, but she wouldn’t single them out. This kind of situation, where it was so important to hold the fear down, it was easy to let things slip. And the lattice could always protect
