Moves

The clanging of prison gates echoed like a funeral drum through the concrete halls of the prison. The place always smelled of rust, sweat, and despair. Chloe sat on the edge of her thin mattress, her head bowed, eyes bloodshot. Her hands, trembling, clutched at the only lifeline she thought she still had, Lady Bianca.

Word had traveled through whispers and bribed guards that Bianca would come today. Chloe had begged, manipulated, and promised favors until the opportunity was arranged. ...