"Dom Lynch saved your life?"
Claire Lynch stood under the dim streetlights of Abundance Gardens, her eyes wide with shock. The wind rustled her damp dress, sending a shiver through her, but the chill she felt came from the words.
"Who are you really? And why... why would a man like him save anyone?"
To her, Dom Lynch was a monster. He was the man who had murdered her mother in cold blood to seize power. He was a ruthless, selfish tyrant. The idea of him showing mercy, let alone saving a stranger's life in the cutthroat environment of a prison, seemed like a dark fairytale.
Jack Brooks stopped. He didn't turn back to look at her. His silhouette was sharp against the shadows of the night.
"You don't need to know my past," Jack said, his voice devoid of emotion. "And you don't need to un
