Melissa paced the length of her prison, seething on the inside because Estabon had failed to need to her plea, or to even see her at all. She was sure that hours had gone since he'd declined her wish to get out of here, the only company she'd had since being the guard when he'd brought in a little supper for her, which had comprised of just slices of cheese and a half loaf of bread, the milk they'd put in a glass for her had been more cold than warm and she'd had difficulty taken everything down her throat, too wound up to eat.

Melissa pressed her lips tightly...