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Demjin
“RAVEN!”
Nothing.
“RAVEEEEEEN!”
Nothing again.
“RAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!”
“Good Djel - do you ever shut up?! ”
Zoe growled under her breath and glared at the man in the cell next to her. He was large, but not heavily built. He sat hunched with his back to the bed, head in his hands like he was trying to block out the world.
“What is your problem?” She asked haughtily, and the man yanked his head up in disbelief.
“You!” He yelled. “Are the problem! Djel, I have met women who I thought were infuriating but you make her look like her Ravkan saints!”
Zoe opened her mouth like she wanted to fight back, but instead stomped her foot and slumped down on her bed instead.
“Well,” She spat. “It makes sense to why you’re here then,”
“Me?”
“Yes. What did you do, kill her?”
His face went dark.
“I wish I had.” He muttered. “I did not do what they say I did. She betrayed me,”
Zoe ignored him and started to talk about herself.
“I made the wrong person angry I guess,” She said. “But what he was doing was wrong - I mean, there are standards! I don’t understand why I’m the one who got thrown in jail though!”
She continued to rant loudly, gaining more attention from other prisoners as she did so.
“So… who is Raven?”
“My horse!” Zoe cried indignantly. The mans jaw dropped.
She went back to complaining, alternating between her story of getting tossed in the worst prison in Ketterdam and missing her horse. How had she even gotten a horse into a city with so many canals?
Matthias Helver laid back on his bed and yanked the flimsy pillow over his head to try and block out the migraine building in his skull.
Zoe started to scream again.