"Who is ‘we’?” I ask Jaggar, trying to pretend there isn’t a gun pointed at me. I stand still and let him enter the cell with me.

“Ah, nice try. You’ll find out when he’s ready,” Jaggar chuckles and he sets the tray down on a little stool inside the cage. He then backs out of the cage, keeping his eyes on me. He locks the cell once again before putting the gun away.

He heads toward the stairs and I start to panic. As much as I hate Jaggar, I don’t want to be ...