Elena’s POV

My arms burn from being dragged. Not because they are hurting me on purpose because they are rough and careless, like I am just a thing they are moving from one place to another. My feet barely keep up as they pull me down a long hallway that smells like dust, old oil, and something damp that makes my stomach twist.

Layla is being dragged beside me.

I keep trying to twist my head so I can see her, to make sure she is still there, still breathing, still standing, but every time I ...