Three miserable hours had passed since they’d dropped us into this cube, and I was already going nuts. Carly had given up staring at Cam and was now pacing in a tight circle like a caged animal. No way would that girl survive a day, never mind six weeks, in a place like this. But then again, neither had her brother. A savage scream erupted from Carly’s throat and she hurled herself at the glass wall, her fists connecting with it over and over again. Cam didn’t move; he didn’t so much as flinch. How he was tuning her out so completely, how he lacked even the tiniest bit of empathy for a girl obviously in so much pain, amazed me. She was one of my least favorite people in the world right then, but even I felt bad for her. It was dead silent in our glass cell, but my mind refused to shut down. I spent most of my time staring at the circular security camera mounted on the ceiling, memorizing its schedule. They’d turned it on when they first locked us down there, the red light constantly twitching.
