TATIANA POV

“Every rebellion demands a sacrifice. This time, it is mine.”

They put a damp cloth on my leg, said it would help with the pain.

The thread of iron in that action care given by the same hands that broke me felt obscene.

I press my palm to the wound anyway because human things comfort when the rest of you is raw.

“Can you believe it?” Zayne’s voice comes through the vent, a thin ribbon of sound in the concrete hush. It always amazes me how someone’s voice can stretch ...