She knew those scarecrows. Her aunts used to mix up anti-crow spells for them. They saw the pity in her eyes when she looked at them. Her resolve to get out got stronger. She wouldn't just break out of here. She had to save the captives that the Valentines had taken. She glared at the guard, lip curled in disgust, and he noticed.
"What're you lookin' at, freak?" he threatened.
"Your ugly face," she spat back, standing up. She'd hidden the uniforms under the straw before sitting on it; they wouldn't be seen.
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