Chapter Twenty-Three
They caught them. The couple who’d tried to escape. They were married. Maybe five years older than me. The Outer Guard carried them back in through the same break in the glass.
They looked dead, but I knew they weren’t. Just like the two men who’d tried to escape weren’t. The Incorporation needed their DNA. Simple as that. They were worth too much alive.
An awful sick feeling rolled through my stomach as they loaded the woman onto a gurney and strapped her down.
The black-haired boy lunged toward her. “Addy. Addy!”
Walsh wrapped his arm around my waist as I swayed.
“Let her up!” The boy tore at the straps. “Addy!”
“Step back,” Beck ordered.
“Let her go!” the boy shouted.
Beck shot a dart into the boy’s neck.
Walsh held me closer, putting one hand on the side
