Twyla curled into a little ball in the corner of her cell. Her new home. The hard stone pressed into the bones and she shifted, trying pointlessly to get comfortable. Her back rolled on something soft and she realised that her pockets still held all the things she had stolen from Tree Tower. Twyla wept. All was not lost. There was the faintest of hope. Sure, it was only a few bits of food and some water but it would keep her alive for a few days longer than she would otherwise be.
How had Aurora not noticed the food on her? Probably because she was too busy killing everyone.
Twyla's mind went to Arke and she wept fresh tears. She really had thought she was out of tears. But the hope had brought back enough of her to feel again. To have this pain pierce the deepest parts of her heart. Hunter was probably dead. Iynx was probably dead. Sofia was definitely dead. She had no one.
