Claire's POV
I easily tug myself off of the metal slab, the metal restraints bending with me. My fire only sparked slightly to life, but the heat emanating from my body was enough to make the metal into slight liquid form. I instantly wince as I look at the red marks on my wrist. There's no time to think about injuries- I walk to the doorway and stand patiently. I'm waiting for someone to open the door, and biting my fingernail.
The footsteps are getting closer now, and my heart starts to beat fast. Well, faster than it was before. I take calming breaths, realizing that if I have a panic attack at a time like this- then I'll just have to wait for Atticus. And that wasn't an option for me. I don't want to keep sitting around waiting for a man to save me, I want to save myself. And I don
