"M-moving," Jocelynn told herself as she wrapped her arms around her body and tried to rub some warmth into her arms. If she could keep herself moving, that should help her to stay warm, shouldn't it? But shackled to the wall in such a narrow cell, she could only take one or two steps in any direction before the chain around her ankle pulled taut, stopping her from pacing or moving very far.
Within an hour, the cold had stolen all feeling from her fingers and toes, leaving them pale and stiff as winter twigs. Her muscles cramped painfully with each violent shiver, and when she tried to stand, her legs trembled so badly she nearly collapsed back onto the cot. Even speaking was difficult as her jaw muscles seized up between chattering teeth.
