RIANA
“What?!” My eyes widen at the file, the bold ink screaming in my head like a dread bell.
I’m chosen. As the assistant head medic?!
“How is this possible?” I whisper in shock. Didn’t Isolde mention that this place is based on ranks? I’m supposed to be thrown into the trash, not chosen.
I barge out, heart pounding in my ears like drums. My boots click against the sleek floor, eyes fixed on the paper.
This has to be a dream.
My head collides with a hard surface before I can look up. The impact bounces me back and I lose my balance. I stretch out a hand, hoping to grab something to stop the fall. When nothing meets my grasp, I brace myself for the impending pain.
But a strong arm slides around my waist before it happens. A fine, sharp cologne hits my nose. My eyes open slowly and
