Tessa’s right leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as she sat in the waiting room with Nathan. Every corner of the place made her skin crawl. Maybe because this was where the riot once broke out, the same place where Adrian had almost been stabbed by Nathan. Or maybe because the truth about her fate was now closer than ever.

She had dressed as plainly as possible: dark jeans, a matching shirt, oversized glasses, a mask, and a black cap hiding her messy blonde hair. All of it for one purpose, to ...