Nica tries to slow her breath as her mind races with fear. The sound of the scurrying creatures in the dark is terrifying as heavy bones snap and are crushed beneath the weight of their movement. Flashes of movement catch her eyes as animals scurry past, low growls rumbling in their throats.
She could have almost sworn that the man who walked into the light appeared far more prominent in the shadows. Her body tenses with anger as she hates that she is perceived as weak as Caesar, and this thing spoke of her, not to her. She is only a thing with independent thought.
Applying pressure on her hands, Nica moves from her kneel as she feels the anger building in her soul. She is not a second-class citizen and doesn't need to be spoken for. She hates the disappointment she sees in Caesar's eyes as he isn't her maker or God. She meets the eyes of the men as a devious smile crosses her captor's face.
"Ah, so you rise..." Ezra says.
