Winged

Interlude/Chapter Seven

Hi all. 

Again, If you didn't see this message on the prior chapter where it remained for a good four months before I finally updated, let me tell you where you are, and what this is. 

I am rewriting my ongoing rewrite of this book, and so far, I'm up to here. There is a fair amount of chapters from here on out, but please be in mind that if you continue to read on, the content you will be reading will be disjointed from this new story and will disappear, ever-so-slowly, as time goes on.

Be aware that the rest of this book, if you choose to read on, is not my best content. Do what you will, but if you're happy to wait and follow along this story with me, please do. 

Thank you all so much. 

Love, Caitie. 

:)

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Sabrina

The cold, hard floor of a cell greets me as I awaken. Musty, clammy air filters in through grates above my head, brown water trickling down the walls. My parched throat seems to rattle with each breath, and I silently wish for a glass of water. But of course I don't get one.

I sit up, feeling ten times worse than the morning I was drugged. I hear a gasp and look up to see a pair of amber eyes through the bars of the cell wall.

I let out a gasp too as I realize who's eyes they are. Annabelle is here. Safe. Thank God.

I peer through the other bars in the dungeon, searching for her sisters, but I can't spot anything in the darkness that envelops us.

"Thank god you're alive, I thought I was gonna have to ditch you when I busted outta here." She says in a joking tone. The bars are huge, steel. voices of guards at the exit. Nope. We're stuck here.

I try to talk, but all I can emit out of my mouth is a raspy croak. Annabelle notices and shows me to a large, tin bowl of water that I gratefully lift to my lips, consuming mouthful after mouthful of cool, soothing water.

Now that my throat can work, I ask a question that was on my mind since I awoke, my raspy voice penetrating the thick, dust-filtered air of my prison.

"Lucy, Harriet, and Jackie. Where are they?"

I am surprised at how well my voice carries throughout the dungeon, and how soft it sounds compared to how painful it is to speak.

Anna sighs, shifting her body position into something slightly more comfortable, if comfort was remotely possible here, hinting a long story. In a voice more haggard than mine, she explains.

"They took us in for testing. That bastard King sent them away, claiming they weren't needed here. Kept us because of our scanning results."

I am again surprised at her clipped, short answers. She was pissed at herself for letting them be taken. She was pissed at me for coming back. She was pissed at the guards, Hali, Ethan, The King.

"Where'd they go?"

A droplet of gutter water falls on my forehead, and I let it run down my face, tracing the delicate water patterns as falls in my head, how it swerves this way and then another as tiny bumps on my skin convince it to move.

"On a ship. Leaving tonight."

Leaving! Tonight!? They couldn't! Overseas and into another land was a place we couldn't track them down, and as much as I'd resent it, I cared for these girls like family. They were the one I never had, one I could never forget.