The man folds up his paper and looks at us like everything is right in the world. “Guards will be stationed outside the rooms. Knock on the table if you want out. We’ll be watching, and we’ll make sure it doesn’t go too far.”Too far. What exactly do they consider too far?“Come with me.”He turns on his heel, whistling under his breath as if he’s leading us to afternoon tea instead of a hallway lined with violent offenders. The students nearest to him begin to follow, though the excitement that had buzzed through the room only minutes ago has completely dissolved. Fear has settled in its place, thick and unmistakable.As the crowd shuffles forward, Tristan’s hand closes around my arm once more. Firm. Possessive.I try to move with everyone else, but he pulls me back.“You don’t have to do this,” he says, the words almost a hiss against my ear.“I want to do this.” I yank my arm free before he can tighten his grip and hurry after Tessa.A frustrated sigh follows me. Within seconds T
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