Zoe POV

Something Vark said keeps turning over in my mind.

I'm back in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed with the lights off because the dark feels less like a cage than the alternative, and the sentence won't leave me alone. When the time comes, you won't have choices left. It wasn't a threat—he said it with the patience of a person stating something already decided, something that doesn't require anyone's cooperation to become true. That's what bothers me. Not the ...