(Sean's Perspective)
I'm still awake at first light when Kiaria lets herself into the room to deliver a generous tray of breakfast. Of half a mind to press her for information, I decide against it when she won't even look me in the eye. Silas definitely has a tight grip on this one.
"Thank you." While I stare without appetite at the hot food on the tray, Kiaria heads for the door, still without acknowledging me. So Silas must have issued strict orders about fraternizing with the prisoners. That's an uncharacteristic behavior for my brother.
And an exceptionally awful sign.
Then again, everything that's happened in the last forty-eight hours would wear on me too.
"Kiaria, if it's not too much to ask, is a change of clothes permitted?"
