Alexander's POV

After seeing the pitiful ruin Emmett has become, Amelia asks for one final favor—something more than I expected to grant, but I agree without hesitation. It takes a few minutes for a staff member from the clinic to deliver what we need, the sterile clink of metal echoing through the tense air. When the supplies arrive, we’re ready to begin.

The heavy metal door to Emmett’s cell groans and screeches as it swings open. They’re engineered that way—designed ...