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happened?”
    “Not sure.” Doc’s hands hovered over her. Warmth like she’d experienced that day washed through her skin. “Flashbacks, perhaps.”
    “What?” Peyton asked.
    “It’s possible she relived something from her past—an unpleasant moment, obviously,” Doc explained.
    “Or she’s faking,” Marek said.
    No one would fake nightmares terrifying enough to make you pray for death.
    “Possible. I’d need to do a full examination, run some tests.”
    “No! No tests.” Mira bolted to sitting. “I refuse treatment. I’m fine. All I want is a few minutes to speak with Adrik. Then I’ll leave. I swear.”
    “You’re in no condition to go anywhere,” Adrik said. “Why are you here?”
    “I need your help to infiltrate Facility Six.” She forced her throat to swallow, wishing she had water. How much did they charge?
    She’d been lax years ago, unobservant of how Adrik’s pack ran Redemption station. They’d treated her more like pack than an Impure. Then again, maybe not. She’d never been privy to the political aspects of their lives back then—who was in charge, what went down. Day to day life proved grueling enough without adding their business into the mix. Paraspecies valued their privacy, and she respected the decision. She hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten back then. Until now. Regret kept her silent a moment. She looked over at the container of water a few feet away and swallowed.
    “Mira.”
    “The NAH let me go. I didn’t want to leave the other prisoners there, but I had to. I couldn’t let them know I remembered. The others needed me to leave and get help.”
    “Why could you remember?” Giles asked. “Their memory treatments are irreversible from what I’ve seen.”
    Could she say? Probably not. The man who’d helped her had been adamant she share nothing about what he’d done to help her.
    Focus on the other Impures. Don’t mention the man. “I promised them I’d return.”
    “Them?” Adrik asked.
    “Impures. There were so many. I couldn’t get them out alone. We need to rescue them.”
    “She’s making no sense,” Peyton said. “Patch her up and I’ll escort her out of Redemption. There’s an NAH bus leaving for Little Rock in two hours. I’ll make sure she’s on it.”
    “No. No NAH. I can’t return to Hell’s Highway until I’ve rescued them. I promised.”
    “Who the hell are you talking about, Mira? I’m sick of this game, whatever it is you’re playing.” Adrik leaned into her personal space. “What the fuck happened to you?”
    Weariness made her wither under his scrutiny. “I shouldn’t have come here. I thought you’d believe me, help get them out. I trusted you.”
    “Funny, because there was a time we trusted you, but then you disappeared and hell broke loose. The Rum River slaughter happened a month after you disappeared, Mira. I should turn you over to Command Central and let them question you, because everything we learned about that day pointed right to you. Did you sell us out?”
    “No. Never.” Why wouldn’t he listen? “I told you. They took me. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who was slaughtered?”
    “King Bredon and his entire legion died, except for Kadal—who barely survived. It took him over two months to heal, which is almost unheard of for his kind.”
    “His kind?” Kadal. The name her friend had mentioned. “W-what is he?”
    “A gryphon.” Adrik watched her a moment. “What aren’t you telling me?”
    “N-nothing.” Everything. Had her friend been there? He’d arrived a couple of months after her. After weeks of talking to him, she’d grown annoyed with him not having a name. So she’d called him Deimos. “I wasn’t there. I didn’t have anything to do with it. The NAH took me, grabbed me from Hell’s Highway when I was returning to The Alliance encampment.”
    “Well, I’d work on your story a bit before you return there. The Alliance has a price on your