"What about her? Why isn't she fighting?" I asked Killian, motioning my eyes to the little girl.
He followed my gaze to her, disappointment crossing his features.
"Some children adapt sooner than others. Sometimes we get the children too late; they can't be saved from their ways and rebel. If they are not with us, they're against us."
"What happens to them?" My subconscious warned me not to ask, but I had to know the answer, however frightening it may be. Is it really better to be oblivious in these situations and never know the horrible truths?
"They're put down," Killian answered immediately. "There is no other option. If they can't be tamed, we no longer have a use for them."
Oh, Goddess.
Nausea and dizziness hit me like a tidal wave, and I thought I might throw up. Unabl
