One More Night

TALIA POV

The holding room was nicer than I deserved, given what I'd done.

Stone walls. Yes. Bars on the door. Yes. Chains bolted to the floor in the corner — decorative or functional, hard to tell, old enough that they predated whatever this room's current purpose was.

But also a chair. A real one. A small table. A blanket that someone had brought specifically, because it didn't match anything el