Isla's POV:

　　Breakfast was waiting for me on the table beside my bed when I woke up. At some point during the night, I had fallen asleep after crying my heart out. I cried for Katalina, my uncle and my freedom. They were dead because of me and yet I was here in another cage.

　　The negative thoughts about their last memories kept my eyes wet for another hour before I finally decided that remembering them would only be worth it when I had gotten what they wanted me ...