"You won't get away."
Chloe Bishop stepped closer. "Answer my question."
The woman stared fearfully at the stun baton in Chloe Bishop's hand, retreating on her palms, her voice a thin whimper. "Don't... please don't hurt me, sister. It hurts..."
"I won't hurt you—but you have to answer my questions honestly."
She deliberately moved the baton closer, and the woman nodded frantically. "I'll talk, I'll talk..."
"Lift your face."
Slowly, a face covered in red blotches was raised. The woman was clearly anxious, completely out of her element—she seemed isolated and timid.
Chloe Bishop studied her features carefully. Her eyes were large, bright, and striking—crystal clear.
They were the cleanest, purest eyes Chloe Bishop had ever seen.
Her skin, pale from lack of sunlight, made the red p
