Catherine looked around the building again, and her heart sank. She couldn't outrun Glen or outfight him, and there was no one around to stop him and Iris from doing whatever they wanted.
"Okay," she said. "But can you take the handcuffs off? I don't want Marco to see me like that."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Iris asked. "Get in there."
Glen let go of her arm and gave her a rough shove in her back. She staggered forward two steps, and the doors slid open automatically. Casting a glare over her shoulder at Iris, Catherine walked into the dim room. The doors slid shut behind her, and she heard a familiar voice talking to Glen—it sounded like Levi.
The room was dark and full of pod-shaped white chairs. Blue lights glowed in the corners of the room. She stepped forward nervously, and one of the pod chairs swirled around. The man in the chair was deep in shadow, but even if it were bright, she would have had trouble recognizing him. Marco had changed.