The guards lunged, fists and rifles crashing into us.
I tried to reach Zaara, but one guard slammed the butt of his gun into my stomach. The air ripped out of my chest. I doubled over, gagging.
I barely heard Zaara scream my name before another blow crashed into the side of my head.
Pain exploded behind my eyes.
By the time I blinked away the sparks, two guards had Theo pinned against the wall, wrenching his arms behind his back despite his howl of pain. Blood dripped steadily down his arm, leaving fat red drops on the floor.
Zaara kicked and thrashed. But the guard holding her only shoved the pistol harder into her throat, and she went rigid.
"No. Please let her go!" I begged, trying to push forward.
Four more guards swarmed me, slamming me face-first into the wall. My cheek scraped raw against the concrete. Heavy hands yanked my arms behind me and twisted my wrists until I felt something pop.
I yelled in pain as metal cuffs bit into my skin.
