"Look at you," a familiar voice snarled. "Right back where you started. Was it worth it? All the trouble you've caused?"

I stirred awake, sensing food. There was no way of telling whether it was night or day thanks to the absence of windows and those fluorescent lights in the hall between the rows of cells.

Aimes sat up from where he'd been curled in a ball on his side of the cell. I did the same on my side, while the clanking of Stride's chains told me the sound of footsteps ...