The second the door to the small room closed behind me I regretted giving up so easily. Not that I'd admitted anything, mind you. But being cut off from Mom and Nanna and GreatGram while my fate was decided left a hot ball of bile in the back of my throat and the need to bust my way out pounding against my temples.

They severed my ability to see outside the room, the Enforcer's power tying into the shielding around the space. It felt old, like this small place with a single ...