I did it!

Jessica's cell was at the wall. The last cell in the dungeons.

Cassy's heart bled when she saw the state Jessica was in. Her lips were cut and swollen, no doubt from the torture inflicted on her. Her eyes were swollen shut and her nose was purple and broken.

Blood seeped from the gashes on her arms and chest, and she was leaned against the wall, panting.

Cassy crouched in front of the cell, holding the bars and peeking through it. "Jessica," she called softly.

The woman jerked, and then she winced.

"L-lady Cassy," she stuttered, trying to rise to her feet, but her legs failed her and she fell back with a sharp cry that tore through Cassy.

Cassy's eyes stung. This woman could not have poisoned her. Even now, in the face of pain and death, she still watched her fondly, like she had a month ago.

No hatred. No bitterness. No anger.

Jessica could not have done it.

"You should not be in here," Cassy said and her eyes roamed Jessica's battered body. She was in