Chapter 16: A Gilded Cage

Emily

 

As soon as the door shuts behind me, the key turns in the lock. I whip around, pounding on it with the flat of my hand.

“Hey,” I shout. “Unlock this door! Do you hear me? You can’t just keep me prisoner in here!” And yet I get the sinking feeling I’m wrong. They absolutely can.

I know pulling on the knob won’t make a damn bit of difference, but I do it anyway. It doesn’t budge an inch. And why would it? The ornately carved oak door has to be three inches thick, so there’s not a lot a little thing like me is going to do.

Turning away in frustration, I slump against the door and get a good look at my holding cell. My jaw drops in spite of myself.