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Paskia sat on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her back in the corner of the walls. Occasionally she felt herself rocking. She stared straight ahead at the shake sitting on the table, untouched, mocking her.
She could not drink it. She could not let them take control.
But it was all they would offer.
Already she felt so weak. She had rested her weight on Farrock for the whole of the short walk along the corridor, and he had held her tightly, a grip that wouldn’t let her go.
When Brodie held her, it was different. His arms were strong, but there was only pressure when she wanted it. At other times he was gentle and soothing.
Part of her wanted him here, now, but another part detested the idea. If he were in Correction also, he would have no freedom. He would
