Chapter 32

BEATRIX'S POINT OF VIEW

His words hung in the air between us, dangerous and sharp. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Mercer. Or should I use your previous name?"

I kept my face still, fighting the storm that raged inside my chest. Years of practice hiding emotions from Cecelia. Months of Octavia's merciless training. Everything in me focused on not revealing the bolt of fear