Grace
I held his gaze, refusing to let him see the way my heart jolted at the change in his demeanor. "But there's a catch."
"There's always a catch in these parts," he said, tapping the screwdriver against his palm. "Don't get it twisted. I consider you an actual friend, my loyalty isn't to your powers and what it can offer. It’s to the man who gave me a home when I was half-dead and bleeding out in a ditch. If Kent says you stay, you stay. If he says the world ends tomorrow, I’ll start sharpening my knife. I don't question the boss."
I let out a short, dry laugh, leaning back against the cold brick wall of the workroom. "You’re a prisoner, just like me. You just have a nicer relationship with the warden."
Jinx stopped moving entirely. The silence in the room became heavy, thick with
