she muttered as she tried yet again to get them to budge with absolutely no play. Her magik still refused to cooperate. With a grunt, Harmony stopped tugging at the cell bars. It was useless. She wasn’t breaking free with sheer brute strength, as she didn’t really have any. Still, the drive to get free was strong, so she tried one more time for good measure. One of her nails broke, and she hissed, bringing her hand up and surveying the damage. “Next time I’m sacrificing the shoes regardless how much I love them,” she said, partially under her breath. Her new roommate snorted from his side of the large room. She froze. Beast Dude had a sense of humor? Several seemingly long minutes ticked by before Harmony glanced in the man’s direction. “Are you okay? I saw them bring you in, and you looked pretty out of it.” No response came. She rolled her eyes. “Great, I’m bunking with Mr. Personality. I bet you write greeting cards when you’re not being held captive by two dirtbags.” He laughed.
