Chapter 47. Forgive and Forget

"No vas a morir. Quieren ayudarlo." [You won't die. They want to help you.]

"Gracias." [Thank you.]

"Todo irá bien." [It's gonna be fine.] Jenson patted the kid's skinny arm.

His skin was cold. Dry. Pale. Thick silver cuffs restrained the lanky teenager, keeping him still in the lab chair.

Jenson wanted to scowl at the sight, but he knew it was all part of the treatment. "Just do what they tell you to do."

"Okay." The dark-haired teen—Chino—nodded weakly. His arms and legs stayed bound to the chair, while his tired, droopy eyes stared back at Jenson.

At first glance, no one would suspect this teenager had killed people before—his own parents, according to his most recent straitjacket confession. "The new and expensive dr*gs effectively sedated him, but without suppressing the bouts of clarity," said the medical staff an hour ago.

This one just didn't look like the dangerous kind. Not predatory at all. The kid wasn't even half of Darren's wei