FRANK'S POV

The cold, poisoned water hit me like a thousand needles.

I dropped four feet into the dark, swirling water, and the smell of sulfur and sour waste burned my nose and my eyes. Blue sparks danced across the top of the water and sent sharp jolts of shock through my frozen arms and legs.

I could not scream. My throat was frozen solid. But the pain in my body did not matter anymore.

I did not know how my body had carried me this far. Leonard had told me I would never walk or move again, and the poison had done its work. My arms were stiff, my...