Jasmine's POV
I watched as the guard that stood outside my cell changed positions with a lanky one.
I am in need of a very desperate shower. I can't begin to even describe how icky I feel, we have been wearing the same clothes since the day we got abducted we all look like dirty children who have been playing with dirt since the day they were born.
Don't even get me started on my hair, it is in different kind of knots and tangles that you can't even begin to imagine.
I had also been thinking. When you have lots of time in a cell like I do there's only so little you can do.
The topic of my mate hasn't left my mind, ever since Athena managed to say those words I haven't been able to let it out of my head.
I have thought of many different scenarios as to how I would meet my mate but being a prisoner in another man's land beat all my other fantasies hands down.
I sigh warily as I dismiss that thought
promising to think into it deeper.
