Zara
The healer left the light on when she left. I still didn't know what that visit was for, or why she took blood samples. She didn't explain anything. But she did leave the light on, so I was grateful.
I trained for a little while. I shadowboxed. If the opponents I imagined as I punched, kicked, and ducked resembled a certain pair of Alpha Twins, well, no one else would know that.
My daily meal arrived, and then the lights went off. I kept myself from screaming somehow. It was night. It was time to sleep. That was all.
I sat with my back pressed against the wall and tried to convince myself that the lights would come back on in the morning. It didn’t work.
Time ticked by, slow as a slug. I closed my eyes and failed to sleep. The door opened.
I stared at the patch of shadow on shad
