#Chapter 143: Your on Your Own

Almara’s Pov Roman was right. A few days have passed and we’re still locked in this cell which seems to be getting smaller by the day. I desperately want to change out of the little red dress that I’m wearing, which seemed fun and flirty on date night and now has become nothing but a pain. We’ve been using Arthur’s jacket as a community pillow and Cathy’s sweater as a blanket. I have the feeling they offer more comforts to the vampires they arrest, though there’s no way to prove it. At least a guard escorts us to the bathroom five times a day so we get to stretch our legs. It was seven times, until Robert had the wise idea of trying to fight the guards which ended quite miserably. Though, for a brief moment in his outburst I had a glimmer of hope, but alas- we’re still stuck. No one tells us anything, Roman hasn’t been back since he left. I know it’s only been three days, but with no windows in this dinky room it feels much longer. To pass the time we’ve been playing a game wher