I threw myself against the bulletproof glass, slapping at it in desperation, sobbing like a dying stray dog.
"Darian! Elowen! Get me out of here! Mother isn't insane! I'm not insane! Take me with you, please, I'm begging you! The guards are coming back to force their drugs down my throat! Get me out of here!"
Through the glass, Darian put his hand against the surface, his motion as gentle as if he were soothing a frightened pup.
"It really does look like you've been suffering in here, Mother. Don't be afraid. We're taking you home right now."
The whole way back, I held on to Darian's suit jacket for dear life, terrified that the moment I let go, they would throw me back into that place full of electric shocks and screaming.
Back at the Pack House, when the maid turned on the shower in
