Chapter 97

When Callie awakened, it was to a slight headache and the feel of dried blood against her temple. The room she was in (if it could be called a room at all) was dim, and the only source of lighting that filtered through the thick bars was from the torch hung outside the cell. Callie was able to make out her friend's figure curled next to the worn-out bedframe. From the looks of it, Brina had cried