Chapter 313

Piper's POV

Time dissolved in that cell-hours bled into days, days into the endless gray of existence. I lost track of seasons, of the moon's cycle, even of my own reflection in the polished metal sink.

My knuckles scraped concrete as Roxy's boot slammed into my ribs.

"Choose, mutt-shank across the face or ten slaps?"

Her breath reeked of rotting meat, but I kept my eyes fixed on the rusted drain