Raven's POV
Elise is gone, and so is Harry. I sit in my wheelchair, feeling absolutely helpless as I watch everyone run around, trying to figure out how they escaped. One of the guards is knocked out, and the other is sporting a knife wound to the stomach. The description that the wounded guard gave was an older woman with scars covering her face. Whoever set them free had a key to the dungeons.
The longer I sit in this wheelchair, the more my anger begins to bubble to the surface. If they hadn't excluded me from the trials or the sentencing, I could have looked into Elise and Harry's memories and possibly figured out who was behind all of these attacks. But now they are gone, and we are no closer to knowing who is leading this group of rebels.
My fathers walk up to me with
