“Monster?” He muses. “I like the sound of that. A monster doesn’t have to obey the rules or be the hero.”

As the man carries me out of my cell, his shirt rubs my skin, making me hiss. The next time I open my eyes, we’re leaving the dark room where the cells are and into the light.

I look up at him and go into shock. He’s nothing like I expected. The man before me isn’t old or even ancient, like I thought he would be. He looks young, barely older than Kendric. I watch as he ...