Chapter 7

• I wanted her voice…her lips turned up in a smile. How would her laugh sound?
• Were my words making any difference, or was she too far gone? She didn’t look like the other women here. The way she’d looked at me, I saw that her resolves were not fully broken yet.
• Valentin Solonik hadn’t clipped her wings yet. No matter what he believed, if she had the freedom, she would fly. She would soar higher into the sky if only she could.