Chapter Ninety-one

I curled up on the narrow cot, wrapping the blankets around me as tightly as I could. It wasn’t the chill of the cell that made me shiver—it was the gnawing fear that settled deep in my chest, squeezing my heart with an icy grip.

I could die here.

The thought echoed through my mind like a drumbeat, relentless and terrifying. I could be put to death for something I didn’t do. And it wouldn’t be a quick death either. No, they would probably torture me first, break me down piece by piece until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of the person I used to...