Quinn Iverson - 2

“No one here will blame you if you choose to refuse treatment for this wretch,” Rafe growls, squeezing me tight in his arms. “Death in the cells is more than she deserves already.”

“No.” I shake my head. My eyes are drawn to her. Her heaving chest, rising and falling with frantic breaths. The wild, lost look in her eyes, she’s a wounded animal that is caged and bound. Beneath the fury and desperation is a stinging fear that I know all too well.

The cruel part of me is glad to see her finally reaping the misery she sowed in my life. It wants her to writhe in agony until the last moment of her pathetic life.

But the curious part of me wants answers that a corpse cannot give.

“Proceed with the treatment. But first, I want to talk to her,” I announce using the confident Luna voice I practiced in my lessons with Christobel. Head high, tone stern but soft. The authority I was never granted as a Beta’s daughter comes more naturally to me than I expected.

The warriors and Dr. Juniper