Chapter 8
Up an unfamiliar flight of stairs, Mira, her Owner, and the two handlers exited into a brightly lit lobby. Unlike other places Mira had been before, this place radiated an almost cheerful nature. Warm and inviting compared to the drab gray of the prisons, Mira felt as if she had entered a whole new world. Colors she’d forgotten existed were splashed all over paintings adorning the russet-colored walls. Crisp white trim framed the doorways. Comfortable-looking wingback chairs flanked a set of elevator doors that had been polished to a mirror-like finish.
As if to remind Mira of her place, one of the handlers nudged her a little too harshly with the butt of his UV torch. “Quit gawking. Move.”
Olivia took the lead, heading straight to the polished steel elevator doors. She presse
