"Get up."
The harsh voice woke me from restless sleep. I'd been dreaming about the surgical table, about being cut open, about Owen's face as they dragged me away. I sat up quickly, my heart racing.
A different guard stood in the doorway. Older, with a scar running down his left cheek and eyes that held no kindness like the young guard from yesterday.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice rough from sleep.
"Council's orders. You're being transferred to a secure medical facility for examination."
Panic flooded through me. "Examination? What kind of examination?"
"The kind where they figure out what makes you special. Now move." He grabbed my arm roughly, yanking me to my feet.
"Wait, I'm supposed to face judgment at dawn. You can't just take me somewhere else."
"I can do whatever
