0062

PRESENT DAY

ALEXANDER’S POV

“Mr. Blackwood, you have a visitor,” the stubby guard calls from outside my cell.

Two months ago, I was arrested for the supposed death of Nadia—and for the death of Isla.

“Never thought I’d see you behind bars, Mr. Blackwood. How’s the world been treating you?”

Walking to the visitors’ area, my fists chained behind me, I look up to see a man I don’t recognize. He’s lounging on the bench with a smirk, forearms littered with dark tattoos that snake beneath his sleeves.

“Who the fuck are you?” I snap.

“Now don’t get feisty with me, Mr. Blackwood. There are cameras everywhere.” He gestures lazily toward the corners of the dim room where red lights blink.

I’m not having it.

With a sigh, he motions for me to sit. I stay standing.

“Fine. Suit yourself. I’m here to help you. I can get you out of here.”

Great. Another fraud trying to bleed me dry. Since my arrest, at least twenty so-called saviors have come through, each promising freedom.

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