Augusta's POV:

She had studied the pack for quite a long time, especially during the times when all the slaves laboured in the fields. She had been able to expand her knowledge of what route to take to escape. She was thrust into her cage, and this one was made of iron. Having been captured when she was six, she had spent a total sum of twelve years in this cage, and she had come to love it. The hays lying on the concrete floor had been her pillow of comfort, where she had shed silent tears. She reached for the pin at the back of her hair, which had...