Diana’s POV
I couldn't stop staring at Sarah as she hung from those chains. Something was eating at me, something that made my healing instincts scream that this wasn't right.
"This is pointless," Elder Marcus said as he turned away from the cell. "She's obviously decided to stay silent. Guilty conscience, probably."
"No," I said, stepping closer to the bars. "Look at her eyes. Really look at them."
Ryan moved beside me, studying Sarah's face. "What are you seeing that we're not?"
"Fear," I said. "Not fear of punishment. Fear of something else. Something that's controlling her."
The guards exchanged glances like I was talking nonsense. But I'd learned to trust my instincts, especially when it came to things that seemed unnatural.
"Can I examine her?" I asked Ryan. "Up close?"
"Dian
