Lila's body shivered like she had been dragged out of freezing water and left there to rot.
Every movement came wrong.
Sharp. Delayed. Jerking.
The restraints around her wrists rattled against the wheelchair while saliva slid from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her lap. Her breathing kept catching halfway through, little broken noises escaping her throat as she whispered to herself over and over again.
"Adrian…"
Then quieter.
"Adrian…"
The soldiers stationed around the room kept their distance without realizing they were doing it. One of them had a hand hovering too close to the pistol at his hip. Another couldn't stop staring at her teeth.
Not because of the blood.
Because of how badly she looked like she wanted to use them.
When Jennifer walked into the room, Lila didn't react at first.
Her head stayed lowered.
Her body twitched once.
Twice.
Then Jennifer stopped directly in front of her, and Lila slowly lifted her face.
Hatred sat there first.
