AMARA’S POV
Time no longer moved forward in the laboratory. There was no way to tell how many days had passed, since they dragged me in there and locked the reinforced door behind me. All I knew was pain… and waiting.
Waiting for footsteps, for them to come back and tear at my mind again.
Once a day, the heavy door slides open, and a man named Lucas comes in with a tray of food. He wore the same grey uniform as the others, but his eyes were different.
Less cold
I tried every time to convince him.
“Please, “I whispered on the first day, my voice hoarse. “Help me. I don’t belong here
The second day, I stood up despite the dizziness clawing at my skull, and I grabbed his sleeve.
“They will kill me, “I said. “You know they will.” His fingers tightened around the tray. He set it down an
