I slide my hands from Vale's grip, careful to keep the movement casual despite every cell in my body screaming to run. "You're being awfully kind all of a sudden."
"Am I not allowed moments of compassion?" His lips curve, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes. "After all, we share similar goals."
"And what goals would those be?"
"Your safety. Your education. Your... evolution." He leans back, crossing one leg over the other with fluid grace. "The Moons were likely crude in their methods, I'll grant you that. But their basic premise isn't entirely wrong."
My stomach lurches. "Kidnapping and torture seem pretty wrong to me." It's also strange that he knows exactly who had me. Maybe it isn't strange; maybe they knew all along. But it just makes everything even weirder and hard to stomach.
