Blackfeather Woods There is definitely something rotten in the state of Camazotz

The name didn't ring any bells, despite the brief flash of familiarity. She introduced herself in a bland voice, then questioned Wildfire. Whatever instincts had compelled her to speak up in the first place fled in the presence of yet another cold, unfeeling sociopath standing over her. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as if to say, I don't know. She didn't have the energy to spare for her cruel captors, so she sank back against a wall and remained silent and still.

Sorry, she thought weakly to her fellow prisoner, who was only a child.