Maisie
"Are you sure you want to do this alone?" Soren asked, tapping his arm calmly, even if he was anything but.
After the incident at the school yesterday, Soren got my visit to the correctional facility approved. He wouldn't let me see Gruer, and we'd had that fight over in the car, when I'd been tempted to smack him across the face when he said it'd be safer for everyone if Gruer remained in custody.
Who knew what could possess him into trying to kill me again. He wouldn't take that chance.
A part of me knew he was right, but another part of me also knew that Gruer didn't deserve to be in there.
The woman frisking me was rougher than necessary, dressed in an all black uniform of a buttoned up shirt with pockets and badges, and a pair of matching pants with boots. Her eyes were hard and unimpressed and I wondered if the sword attached to her back was real as she pointed into a box by the narrow work station, "All sharp objects go into the box."
