Lyla
She snapped her fingers, and a large screen on the wall opposite my bed flickered to life. The image that appeared made the blood drain from my face.
It was a live feed from what looked like another room in the same facility. The camera showed an ample space with concrete walls and harsh fluorescent lighting. In the centre of the room, five figures were bound to chairs with heavy chains that looked identical to the ones holding me to this bed.
Ramsey. Kyren. Elias. Miriam. And several other figures I recognised as Hollow Kin elders.
My breath caught painfully in my chest.
They were all unconscious, their heads hanging forward at unnatural angles. But they were breathing.
I could see the rise and fall of their chests, the small movements that indicated life. Ramsey's hair fell across his face, hiding his expression, but I could see a cut on his forehead that had bled down his cheek.
