"I'm sorry, Fin," Hendry said softly. "About all of this. I'll do whatever I can to help get that thing off your neck. Please trust that I will."

Something in his voice - was that sincerity? - pulled my throat tight because I almost wanted to believe it. Almost. But he was the one who'd put me in that situation in the first place, had disappeared into this building and expected me to follow. He could die a thousand deaths for all I cared, each one slow and ...