“Guilty.” Dr. Hatchet didn’t so much as flinch as the crowd booed, and instead he kept his focus resolutely on us. I stared back. I couldn’t watch this. Whatever Daxton was going to do to Dr. Hatchet, it would be a million times worse because of who he was to me. Who he had been to me, as far as Daxton was concerned. But I couldn’t look away, either. I couldn’t let Daxton steal the last glimpse I would ever have of Dr. Hatchet.
“That makes things much easier, doesn’t it?” said Daxton, and though I refused to look at him, I could hear the grin on his face. “Benjamin Doe, you are hereby sentenced to death.”
For the briefest of moments, I let my eyes flutter closed. All the things Dr. Hatchet and I had survived together—all the times we’d been so sure we’d lost each other, only to find our
