Zoe POV

"I'm fine," I say. "Really. I don't need anyone to look after me." I keep my voice even, pleasant even, the kind of voice you use when you're trying to de-escalate something before it becomes what it already is. "Thank you for the hospitality—genuinely—but I've rested enough, and I'd like to get back to my room now."

I move to swing my legs off the bed.

They're on me before I finish the motion. Three of them, in identical pale uniforms, moving with the kind of ...