She slowly withdrew her arm. “Fine. Then do as you will.” The man’s nod was curt, all false mirth drained from his lips and eyes, leaving them flat. “Lift you arms, and I’ll bind them.” As he approached, Carissa scooted back in the bed until she bumped against Elon. “You won’t even allow me to…

Carissa positioned herself, so her body protected Elon’s. Judging from how he stiffened, he didn’t approve. No doubt he’d rather it be the other way around. Zorelle set the blade of one Scythe on the ground and propped her arm against the top of its handle. “You think you’re quite clever, don’t you?” Carissa glanced…

Her temples throbbed, the pulse of blood through her veins pressing against her skill. Carissa opened her eyes, blinking to clear them. She was lying on a bed, sinking into its thick maroon blanket. There was a wooden vanity against the wall, and two chairs situated next to the door. Carissa rose, the floorboards groaning…

“No, wait!” Carissa followed him. She didn’t want to endanger the camp, but she had to speak to Elon first. She caught his wrist. He glanced back at her, his eyes and expression blank. He didn’t speak. Would she become like him if they drugged her? “Just… give me a day to tell them. I’ll…