They push me past the grand hall. Past the pack office. They are heading down toward the eastern wing.
My stomach turns. I recognize these doors. This is Betty’s hallway.
“Why are you doing this?” I choke out, the fever making my throat feel like sandpaper. “Stop. Do not take me in there. Just kill me instead.”
Adriel doesn’t answer. He stops the chair in front of her old bedroom door.
Uncle Jethro steps forward and turns the brass handle. The door swings open with a sharp creak.
Adriel pushes my chair inside, and the sound hits me before my eyes can even focus.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A steady, rhythmic electronic pulse fills the room.
I blink through the sweat stinging my eyes. The old furniture is gone, replaced by tall, silver stands and clear plastic tubes. In the centre of the ro
