Dawn was completely silent. She hadn't spoken a word since the judgment was passed nor did she shed a tear. Her expressions were unreadable, hard, cold and flinty. As soon as she stepped in the cell, the metallic door slid back into the place and locked automatically. She went to lie on the cold bed and stared at the ceiling. The cell was a small ten feet by ten, with one iron bed in the corner, a toilet and nothing else.
She closed her eyes, but sleep was not even near… only thoughts on what Bree had told her. How did she know that she was bitten? And that also meant that she knew about it for a long time yet she never revealed. How? For five years she had been constantly haunted by the nightmares. For days she had woken up panting and sweaty. She had to escape for her life and Bree was part of the conspiracy?
