Bonesplinter Ravine Let me tell you

Maybe it was the fact that she knew the woman couldn't get down here on her own or the fact that she was so filled with rage over being kept in this place—maybe both. It didn't really matter, all she felt was a spike of hate in her chest at the woman's words, and she glared up at her from the shadows. Then get the fuck away from me, she snarled back.

If they wanted to taunt her and fuck with her, fine. But she didn't plan on making it easy for them—any of them. She may be resigned to her fate here, but there was still a blazing fire in her chest, and no amount of torture would put it out. Maybe at first it had felt that way, but her anger and fear only stoked the flames to something far more destructive now.