Danny's POV
"Chadwick....please," I whispered, my voice cracking.
"Don't call me that," he hissed. He didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he used the barrel to force my chin upward, his eyes looked like that of a predator who had finally grown tired of its cage. "I am not Chadwick, Danny. If you weren't too slow you should have suspected me by now. Chadwick doesn't exist."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek, a terrifying contrast to the freezing steel against my skin.
"My name is Sanchez," he whispered, the name sounding like a blade being drawn from a sheath. "Don't act all surprised, haven't you seen the stuff I buy your mother. A professor can't afford that. The life of Chadwick is just my hideout, a blend to feel human maybe."
I felt my world tilt. "Sanchez.... th
