*Molly*
I need you to ask her questions once Andrew touches her. Ask about Jacob- what she knows, where he is, what his plan is.
I open the little glass door where the guards place her food. “Give me your arm.”
She hesitates, staring at me in confusion.
“Give me your arm, or I will have you tied down with magic cuffs,” I warn her.
Slowly, she slips her arm through the slot. I don’t have to tell him. He understood, even though I did not think he would. Andrew reaches his hand out and wraps it around her finger. He moves his blanket-filled hand down to my hand.
Can he really hear my thoughts? s**t. Nothing. Think of nothing, in case he can.
I can faintly hear Benjamin speaking, but I can’t pay attention to it—not while I’m trying to focus on her thoughts.
I can’t tell the
