"Food's here," Reid said, his voice low and rough like he'd been awake for a while.
He sat up and nodded toward the slot in the door where a tray had appeared. Two bowls, some bread, and water.
I pushed myself up, ignoring the way my legs felt shaky.
"Great. Prison chow. My favorite."
I grabbed one bowl and handed him the other without looking at him directly. My hair was a mess, and I could feel bruises forming in places that made my face heat up.
We ate in silence for the first minute. The stuff tasted like overcooked beans and some kind of grain. Not bad, considering.
Reid cleared his throat. "Calista came back while you were out. Said Warwick won't be coming back until tomorrow night."
I paused mid-bite. "What did she about…what happened?"
Reid tore off another piece of bread. "She thinks the ritual worked the way she wanted." He took another bite, chewing slow. "She seemed satisfied. For now."
"Good." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
