Nia POV
I can feel the warriors’ eyes on me as I follow Master – not that I blame them. If I were them, I too would have been wondering. Am I a boy or a girl, and why the hell am I following their leader? Also, I am wearing this ridiculous collar that is a dead giveaway that I am not a new addition to the team.
“We’re ready,” a warrior says, and I look at him, frowning. It is the same person who took me to the basement my very first night. But that night was terrifying, and I was half in a haze. Now … now his voice sounds familiar.
I study his face intensely, trying to figure out where I have seen him before, but it does not want to click.
“Thanks, Adam,” Master replies, and I gasp under my breath when I put two and two together.
It is Adam! Like Declan’s best friend. I turn slowly to
