Alex P.O.V.
The morning is quiet and filled with emails and phone calls. The only real surprise is Amelia and Jason standing in front of my desk filling the small office. The papers sitting on my desk feel like they are laced with radioactive material and I am shocked and nearly suffocating as I flip from page to page reading the evidence that links me to the experiments that were being done on helpless magic people in Border City. I feel sick looking at the pictures of the dissected bodies. Clark used my visit to Peter and my meeting with John Smith’s father as further proof of my involvement.
“Well?” Amelia asks. “Can you explain yourself?”
“You can’t think I am involved with this?” I look up from the papers to look at her.
A few minutes ago, I was so happy to see her walk into my o
