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over, clutching himself between his
legs, and Jessica scrambled to her feet.
    It was too late. She was grabbed up by every
other guard surrounding her, and there was no fighting them off.
Her arms were latched onto, as were her legs and stomach. Five men
were on her. Jessica struggled and screamed, one last, hard burst
from her lungs, but it was done. She was caught.
    “ Holy God, Bill. That
little bitch!”
    Of all the angry faces in her line of
vision, this one was the angriest as he came forward and slammed
his fist down onto her cheek. The pain flared up and white splashed
in front of her eyes. He might’ve hit her again; she couldn’t tell
because she was a little numb at that point.
    “ Stop that! Stop
it!”
    The white faded away, which was a shame
because that was about when the pain started to throb back to life.
Hot and fast and angrier than any of the guards holding her
down.
    Soren was there, holding onto the fist of
the guard who’d been punching her, glaring at him with enough force
and anger of his own that his white teeth were showing.
    It also seemed to shock the guard that
Soren, a white coat-wearing lab rat, had enough strength in him to
stop the guy from throwing another punch.
    Soren quickly tossed away the man’s hand,
then proved to be not quite the savior that Jessica had thought him
to be when he pulled out a syringe, uncapped it, and leaned down.
“Hold her tight,” Soren said. The bastard didn’t even have the
decency to look her in the eyes when he stuck her.
    Jessica spat at him. Soren still hardly
moved, not until he pulled the syringe away. Only then did he wipe
his face.
    “ I hate you,” Jessica said.
Well, she tried to say it. What came out of her mouth didn’t
exactly sound like proper words, so it could have been anything.
Mumbled gibberish—the drug Soren injected her with was that
good—then she was sleeping.
    *****
    When Jessica woke, her mind was shockingly
clear. Clear enough for her to immediately understand why those
other three paranormals had immediately attacked her when they were
shoved into the same cell as her.
    If the hatred she'd felt for the guards was
anything at all to go by, then it only made sense for the people
she'd brought in to hate her a thousand times more, regardless of
whether or not they were actually innocent.
    She also saw someone by her bed. Her mind
was clear, but her eyes were still a little fuzzy, and at first she
thought it was Charles.
    No. Soren. She could make out the red-brown
hair on top of his head. Charles didn't have that, and when her
vision did clear up a little, the sorry expression on his face
became noticeable.
    Jessica sighed. She was in a bed, and she
could feel the leather straps holding her down. She wasn't in the
mood for him, even when he pulled out his little pen thing and
clicked it three times, effectively scrambling any and all bugs
that might be listening in on them.
    It was the silent kind of scrambler,
however. Soren had already explained to her how it worked. It
wouldn't give off any obvious signals for anyone to chase after. It
would just make sure that whatever she and Soren said was
completely muted.
    "Sorry I spat at you," Jessica said.
    And why the hell had
something like that left her mouth? She wasn't sorry. She was a little
embarrassed, however. It wasn't like she was overly lady-like or
anything, but she'd never actually spit on someone, and she didn't
like that she'd done it.
    "Don't worry about it. That just made it all
look better," Soren replied softly.
    Jessica frowned. "What?"
    Soren looked down into his lap before
turning his bright blue eyes back to her face. "We didn't plan on
that to happen, and it wasn't supposed to, but I convinced Charles
there's a way to use it that would still get you out."
    Jessica's brows lifted, and her mouth parted
slightly in shock. "Get me out," she said. It wasn't a
question.
    Soren nodded. "Yes. Showing the other
inmates that you were fighting back against the guards