Chapter 125 Father's Sins Cont
- The holding cell was small and cold. Silver-reinforced walls that dampened magical abilities. A narrow cot. A bucket for waste. Luxury accommodations for dangerous criminals.
- I sat on the cot and tried not to think about Miranda's face.
- Hours passed. The light from the single window faded from grey to black. Someone brought food. I didn't eat it. My stomach was twisted too tight to accept anything.