C21 Chapter 21

FIA

The sentinels’ hands dug into my arms hard enough to leave marks. I could tell by the way they gripped me, like they wanted to hurt me but were holding back just enough to follow some order they didn’t like. One of them had his fingers pressed into the soft part of my bicep, right where it would bruise darkest.

"Move," he growled.

I moved. There wasn’t much point in resisting