CHAPTER 246

HIGH COVEN DARKBROOD-CLASS FRIGATE

EDGE OF HIGH COVEN SPACE

She was cold, so very cold.

She huddled against the wall of the cell, her naked flesh marked with dozens of bruises from where they had beaten her. Her arms were crossed over her chest trying to draw what warmth that she could, as well as hide the hardness of her nipples because of the cold. Two weeks she estimated that she had been their prisoner.