gun, and I almost shriek. He fires it, and a streak of what looks like blue lightning jumps from the gun to Beast’s shoulder. H is knees hit the rug. He moans a little as his head lolls in between his shoulders. The men in black each grab one of his arms and hoist him up. “Solitary,” the suited man orders. “Dose him when you get him there. I want him docile as a kitten.” He walks ahead of the men and pushes the door open. Then he turns around. “And when you’re done, check this area for her. I don’t trust him not to spill the beans, and if she knows, we’ll have to deal with it.” I watch as the suited man holds the door open, and the other two lead Beast through it. His room is quiet except the pounding of my heart.