“Psst! Minerva. Minerva, wake up.”

I groan and wipe my eyes with my hand.

“Minerva!”

I crack my eyes open as the whispers become louder.

“What, Greyson. Leave me alone,” I yawn, raising my arms as I stretch. In the action, I move my leg and I grunt, immediately holding down my foot as tears flow down my face.

“Jeez, Minerva. That had to hurt.”

I bite my lips and glare at him through the tears. He has a wince on his face as he stares down at my foot.

“You’re lucky that you are in a different cell, Greyson.”

He nods, his features never changing from a wince, “I...