"Everything is going to be okay now," Jason said, his voice dripping with a terrifying, artificial warmth. "I’ve made arrangements. You’re going away for a little while. A place where you can be safe from yourself. Where Aris can oversee your 'recovery' personally."
"No!" The word finally found its strength. I began to thrash against the restraints, the metal of the hospital bed clattering. "I won't go! You’re a monster! Help me! Someone help me!"
Thorpe stepped closer, his shadow falling over my face. "Sarah, you are a danger to yourself."
"I am fine!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "Vance! Ask Vance! He saw... he knows..."
Jason’s expression didn't flicker. "Vance is the one who helped me carry you to the car, Sarah. He was devastated to see you in that state."
The betrayal felt lik
