cold

PART THIRTEEN
It was bitterly cold in the solitary cell Angele was now in.
To make matters worse, she had been forced to leave all clothes but her dress and undergarments at the door. Apparently warm petticoats and socks didn't count as undergarments.
She sat in the corner, shivering miserably. Through her chattering teeth she wept. Great sobs of self pity, stress and bereavement.

In another cell, right next door, in fact, sat Ralf, thinking. Everything was a mess. Either they'd be killed, or they would stay in these cells for the rest of their lives.
That wouldn't be such an unpleasant prospect if Angele had been there. But even if she had been, there was no chance they would ever get to the hidden city which was where she had wanted to go in the first place. And Connal, their son, had shrunk away from his mother. What had happened to him?

Far from these two cells, but in the same situation, was Lana’s cell, where she sat, bemoaning the fact that she and Angele had fought and she couldn't apologize. She too, had only her dress and undergarments on, and so was pacing the floor in a vain attempt to warm herself. Her attention was caught by the entry of Jermaine. Lana ran to him and tried to throw her arms around him. To her surprise and disappointment, Jermaine held her back. She looked into his face to discover the cause, and found only confusion. She spoke his name but got no answer. She thought this must be some kind of nightmare and screamed, holding onto his arms and sobbing. He shook her off angrily and said she was mad. This was too much for Lana, she thought Jermaine loved her, he had said he
would always love her. She couldn't take this on top of all the stress of the last few days. The release of unconsciousness came swiftly and she collapsed on the floor.