* * * Hope’s POV * * *
Anger and rage consume me. I am so focused on destroying this room that I don’t realise that the others have managed to enter the room until their hands are on me, stripping me of my weapon. A guard roughly pushes me to the floor and pins me down, my cheek resting on the cold tiles. There’s no time for rules, barriers and boundaries - I need to be contained and stopped in their eyes. Clearly, by whatever means necessary. The protocols we’ve all been living by since my birth are slipping away fast and thick.
“Get your hands off me!” I scream, trying to break my arms free while kicking my legs. “You can’t do this to me.”
“I have been told to,” a low voice mutters. I recognise the voice.
Liam.
My mind quickly flashes back to prospect number two, the meeting, Lawr
