[Rosie's POV]
Aria paces to and fro the detention cell, cadence bangs the rod and Xandra sits at a corner, staring at the stained, peeling wall.
It's like a nightmare as neither of us understood what was happening.
My voice was strained from screaming as there was no interrogation, and we've been kept locked up without proper questions, no lawyer either.
They treated us like plagues.
The more I tried to think of who planted wolfsbane in my kitchen, the more I got jinxed.
My heart panics over a thousand things and my face turns paler, my fingertips were cold as the shock of earlier hasn't left me.
I ran those fingers through my hair, leaning on the bar rods, my eyes scanning my team.
There weren't words of encouragement I haven't put down just for them to believe me that we'd get out.
However, we've spent 3 hours here and the public must have started some controversies about our shop.
