Petal Pov.

The gamma’s grip bruised my arm as he hauled me through the torchlit corridor. My bare feet scraped against the stone, each step reopening the cuts that hadn’t yet healed from the last time I tried to run. The chain around my ankles rattled like a cruel reminder of the freedom I had once tasted but couldn’t keep.

I kept my chin down, though my heart pounded. I knew where he was taking me. The iron door at the end of the hall loomed larger with every step, and dread ...