Tatiana’s POV

“The news anchor’s voice was trembling, but I wasn’t. I sat in my cell, calm, collected, and smiling like a predator watching its prey bleed out.

Daphne Rivera’s face filled the television screen, cornered by cameras, her eyes wide with panic. Perfect. Exactly as I planned.”

The walls were closing in.

Not literally, but that’s how it felt.

The stink of bleach and sweat clung to the air, the same air I’d been breathing for weeks.

The bunk beneath me was thin and ...