“Pleasure to meet you, Tempest,” Adley replied, and I gave her a brief nod in return. Curiosity emanated from her, and it was aimed at me. There was also a tinge of excitement as she smiled. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
I looked at her, then at Adion, Wyatt, and the white chair, before I crossed my arms and shook my head.
“That thing looks like what’s at the end of a death sentence,” I said, grappling with my anxiety. I’d spent my whole life staying out of labs and hospitals, so I was having a hard time associating this room with anything good.
“Like I said, the straps are not for you, Tempest,” Adley insisted, then motioned for me to sit.
“Then who are they for?” I replied.
“For Purges,” Wyatt interjected, impatiently rolling his eyes. “Just sit in the damn chair.”
“What are Purges?
