Chapter 4

The vanishing pain was replaced by rage.  It had always been like that for me, I realised.  When I might feel scared, or worried, or unsure, I tended to feel rage.  It was an unsettling thing to remember, but there it was.  The muscles on my arms and legs knotted up as I pulled against the shackles.  The metal gave a slight groan but otherwise didn't move.  I fixed Christa with a murderous stare, which she matched with an icy detachment.

"I can assure you those...