Maisie
The handcuff scraped against my wrists as the guard pushed me forward, out of my cell.
Last night had been uncomfortable, tossing and turning in the thin, straw bed that felt hard as stone, but it wasn't the worst place I had slept so far.
No one bothered handing me a change of clothes or a meal since last night. And I felt so faint, I was sure if someone shoved me one more time, I was going to face-plant.
"Stay here," the guard said, leading me back into the cold interrogation room, and he moved around me carefully as he took off the cuffs from my wrists, like he half expected me to take the gun from his hostler and shoot him in the head.
Then he produced a weird grey object shaped like a collar.
My Lycan roiled inside me and I felt the wrongness of it wash over me as he brought it close to me. It felt like ash.
I stumbled away from him before he could clamp it over my neck. "What the fuck is that?"
