“Humphrey says she informed you of some of it,” he sighs.
“Just her plans and that you’re a hybrid.”
“Did she tell you the part that no one is supposed to know about it?”
I nod. “Yeah. And the dangers of what happens if anyone finds out.”
“Good.” He walks over to my bed and sits down. He pats the spot beside him. “Would you please come and sit?”
I peer over at the door before making it to my bed and dropping down beside him. In spite of my frustration with him, it feels welcoming when he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.
“It started when I was sent to Nightfall prison. When I was falsely accused of attacking Katie and Lila,” he starts. “It was on the second night I was locked up that a cloaked stranger showed up in my cell—hell knows how he got in. But he grabbed
