She did not expect anything from him. But it was enough that he was verbally acknowledging and agreeing, and without fanfare, Devyn turned and left the room, the door bolting heavily behind her. Again, Waver was left on his own.

But, unlike what she said, no one came for him. Not for the first hour or for the second, as if he might have been forgotten once more. There were no voices to indicate if anyone was watching and no reasonable way to discern time in his lonely cell. The lights remained on. No one seemed to be coming back for him.

But toward the end of the second hour, the door opened and Devyn returned. She eyed Waver carefully and stepped toward him, though she maintained some distance still. With care, she crouched down. "They're discussing the merits of your offer, Waver."