My chest tightens. Tears stream down my face. This can’t be happening.
“Help me! Daddy, please!”
Armageddon kicks the side of the metal box. “Pipe down, you little fool, or I’ll kill your Daddy right now.”
Maxon starts screaming hysterically. “Leave my Daddy alone!”
Armageddon rolls his eyes. “I’ve never had a way with children.” He stalks over to Lincoln and grabs his hair, pulling his head back. Armageddon leans in, his long shiny face inches away from Lincoln’s. “Such bright eyes. How about we pluck those out? Fancy eternal darkness, King of the Thrax?”
Maxon’s voice turns deadly low. “I don’t like the dark,” he snarls. “Daddy doesn’t like it, either.”
I look over to Maxon’s box. Tiny lightning flashes are visible through the slits we cut in the top. A memory appears in my mind. N
