Brianna’s POV
I looked at the girl staring back at me. In her eyes, I could tell she was unconscious and had no sense of her surroundings.
Her dark hair floated in the glowing blue liquid. Tubes were attached to her arms and wires were connected to her temples. But her eyes—those eyes—were open. Her eyes were nblinking. Hollow. Empty.
She was looking right at me. Unconscious.
But something in me told me she saw me. She knew I was there.
My heart ached. Whoever she was… they were hurting her. Using her. Just like they did with my father. My fists clenched as a crackle of static jumped from my fingertips. I had to stop this.
We needed a real plan. I had to save all these poor children. But how?
We would think of something. We had to. This couldn’t continue. There might even be other
