Chapter Five
Leigh kept pursing her lips and tsking as I followed her through the corridors of the Arc Domes. I wasn’t sure if she was angrier about my slow pace or my crutches wrinkling my shirt. By the time we’d made it to the three flights of stairs I’d have to manage to climb to reach the atrium, she’d had enough.
“Just carry her.” She snatched my crutches from me and glared at the guards. “I don’t care which one, but someone pick her up and carry her. Now.”
One of the gray-clad guards stepped forward. “Is it only your leg that’s injured?”
“Basically.” I shrank away from the guard without even meaning to.
“Good.” He scooped me into his arms. “We’re ready.”
“If the Director is mad that we’re running behind―”
I didn’t listen to the rest of Leigh’s angry muttering. I was too busy t
