KNOX’S POV

The guards look at me. I’m standing in the storage room doorway, my mouth open, because the man I just offered freedom to is requesting a cage.

“Logan. I just offered you safe passage. You can LEAVE.”

“I don’t want your safe passage,” he says, staring straight ahead at the doorway. “I don’t want your mercy or your guilt or your freedom. Burn my company to the ground and strip my accounts. I want nothing. I just want a cell. I want four walls and a floor, because nothing is exactly what I have left. I would rather sit inside that truth than play pretend under a new...