Still howling, she turned to follow, moving remarkably fast. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but I didn’t have much choice anymore. Jumping onto the table, I fell into a fighting stance.

Lenore hesitated, her eyes flicking behind me. Taking a step back, she passively raised her hands, but it wasn’t because of me. Too late, I turned.

Pain exploded at the back of my knees, so hard and fast that I couldn’t breathe. I went down face-first. Tears blurred my vision, and I curled into the fetal position, trying to hold my knees. Someone had hit me from behind. Oh God, I’d never walk again.

“I’s kill her! I’s fucking kill her!” Lenore was screaming, and I looked past my stringy hair to see her being led away by two guards, submission holds on her with the help of a couple of sticks. Sure, big talker now that she couldn’t do anything.

“Get up, Sunshine,” someone said sarcastically, and I groaned when they pulled me up and dragged me between them. I couldn’t straighten my legs. They hurt like hell. Apart from our table, the rest of the room was orderly. Noisy, yes, but no one was getting off their benches.

Mary held her narrow body with her skinny arms, scared. Charles wouldn’t look up. But it was Ralph’s expression that scared me. Terror was in his eyes, terror he couldn’t express but was reliving. Not the medical wing. God, please. Not the medical wing.

“New girl making friends?” one of the guards said, letting go and shoving me into the wall before he jerked my arms behind me. “What is it they say about redheads?”

“The medical wing?” the other said, hesitating by a stairway going down. There was a cold draft coming up, stinking of fear and infection.God, no. They could do it, and it would be over. My life done. I’d be like Ralph, and all the magic in the world wouldn’t be able to fix me.

I gathered myself to fight again, my relief almost making me cry when the first replied, “No. She’s got someone from the mainland coming over, and they want her to be able to talk.”

My relief was short lived. They want me to be able to talk? I wasn’t getting a lobotomy because it might inconvenience someone?

The sound of links of steel ratcheting closed around my wrists was loud. I wanted to fight, but I could hardly move, and fear hit anew when they dragged me past my cell to another part of the prison. My heart pounded, and I struggled to get up, to do something! Being hurt and cuffed wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the realization that these people could do anything—cut me up like they had Ralph—and no one would think twice, much less care.

The noise from the dining hall grew fainter, and it was just me and my jailers, dragging me backward over the concrete floor past a series of close-set metal doors. They faced a solid stone wall, and beyond that, the unseen ocean. My heart pounded, and adrenaline got me to my feet when they stopped so one guard could open a cell door. It took two of them to do it, one at the cell with me, and one at a remote panel. The sound of the creaking door chilled me, and I gritted my teeth against the pain in my knees when they started to buckle with my own weight.