Sia POV

The cold air in the prison felt thicker today, like a storm was brewing that only I could sense. My nerves were on edge, and even though I had tried to keep my head low, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. The guards were more tense, and the usual clamor of prisoners had quieted into a strange, uncomfortable lull.

The door to our cell clanged open, and I turned to see Pussycat standing there, her face unreadable. She had a way of looking at you that made it feel like she was pulling apart every secret you had ever buried. It sent a chill through...