Abby was moving before she realized it, racing down the stairs. Lucas was behind her, yelling at her to stop. She busted into the cells in time to see the guard kicking Joe as he curled into a tight ball on the ground.
She shoved the guard away and he rounded quickly. She swung her fist, connecting with his jaw. He staggered away as pain radiated up her arm. She ignored it, advancing on the man.
“Abby, stop!” Lucas grabbed her arm, pulling her back. She glared at the guard who was wiping his bloody mouth.
“What’s your problem?” snarled the guard.
“Just because he’s a prisoner doesn’t mean you can attack him like that,” she spat. “He did nothing to you.”
“He tried to attack me,” he lied.
“Like hell he did,” Abby yelled. “I watched the whole thing.” She pointed to the camera on the wa
