Oak glared at her cell wall. She was officially dead. No way in hell was she ever getting out of this one. Completely and utterly screwed. Ideas whirled through her brain but none where rational. For the first time since the green grazing empire had been destroyed she felt fear, the stab of fear that went through her was like a knife being stabbed through her chest.
She thought about Charly Hoping he could get himself that house he wanted so much with her reward money. She remembered suddenly that she still had the daggers. She kicked around. No sharp cold steel bumping against her foot. She felt as though half her hope had been lost. Then she ruffled her feathers trying to spot the familiar glint letting her know that she hadn’t lost all hope for breaking free of this jail. But no. They must have taken her weapons when she was knocked out after coming in. She glared back at the wall.