Resigned to the inevitable, I sighed and opened my eyes to find her staring at me with the patience of a damn saint. She had that look that nurses get when they’re waiting for you to deal with whatever bad news they just handed down. See this gigantic needle? Yeah? It needs to go into your spine. It’s going to feel like I’m crushing your spinal chord in a fist. Sorry, sweetie.
Warden Egara raised a brow. “Are you with me, Miss Nichols?”
“I bet every woman you wake from their testing hates you as much as I do right about now,” I told her, despising her so much.
She leaned over me, all crisp uniform, dark brown hair sleek and tidy in a bun, her expression almost stern, but her gray eyes were oddly sad, as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. But supervising the matching of
