“According to your academic records, you were considered bright. Surely you didn’t swallow every story you were told about the Holdfasts. Look me in the eyes and tell me: Do you really think the Holdfasts had a right to rule?” Stroud’s fingers dug beneath Helena’s chin, forcing her to look up. She stared squarely into Stroud’s face, feeling the threat of her resonance. “Better them than people like you.”
