The white-washed walls give my head a slight ache. Vibrant, stark white lights make every pore visible on my face through the mirror.

I sit in a small, metal chair, the coldness numbing my fingers. I know why I am here, why I am being watched.

Yesterday, I made the mistake of going out of the house, making myself open to the arms of the agents that have made it clear they want me.

I do hold very important information regarding the rebellion that is bound to happen any day now.

I get up from my chair and stare into the two-way mirror, hoping to make eye contact with the listening, observing agents.

"I know you're watching me," I say sternly to the glass. "And I know what you want, but unfortunately you aren't getting anything out of me."

I wait for a moment, for any sound of voices of frustration. None.

Until.

The heavy metal door unclicks, and a tall man strides in with a smirk on his face. His uniform shows his muscular stature, and his black hair is neatly done.

His gray eyes follow my movements.

I can't deny his beauty, but I also can't deny that this man scares me.

"Hello Grace, what a pleasure it is to finally meet the infamous spy," the man says with a loose tone.

My nerves lock up, but I do not allow myself to look intimidated.

"Look," I begin, keeping my voice from wavering, "I'm not going to give you guys what you want, so just let me go."

The man nods his head. "Yeah, well, you see, Grace, you're a threat to the future of this country, so we can't just 'let you go'."

"Who are you, anyway?" I ask, trying to figure this man out.

The man walks towards me, his and outstretched as he says, "Ian Rosewell."

My face turns slack at the sound of his name.

Ian Rosewell, the son of the rebel leader, was standing in front of me, in dangerous territory.

did he betray his father?

What was a rebel doing here?

Ian was smiling, ear to ear, and then put his back to the mirror and held his finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet.

"I think it's time you get something to eat," Ian says casually.

I follow him silently out the door, confused.

He walks out the facility, alone, with me.

Where are all the agents?

"Uh, Ian, what is happening?"

"You should thank me, Grace, for saving you," he says, opening his car door for me to enter. "Next time, don't get caught." He closes the door, and we drive off.

Sirens start to ring, and agents flood the fading facility.

"How'd you just walk in and break me out?" I ask.

Ian smiles. "Power."