ARIA POV
If I wanted to get out of here, I needed help. I needed Kara possibly and ideally a witch or two.
Lena was a witch and I could bet my ass another one would be waiting in one of these cells.
“What kind of witch are you?” I asked after a moment, because if I was going to sit here and wait to be sold like livestock, I was at least going to understand what I had to work with, what she could do, what we might have—if anything.
Her eyes flicked up to mine immediately, sharper now, cautious in a way that told me she wasn’t used to that question being asked like this. Could it be obvious for her just like it was clueless for me?
“Why?”
“Because if we’re going to get out of here,” I said, forcing the words past the tightness in my chest, forcing them into existence even if a part o
