I smile wistfully at the memory as I stroke Eugene. “Yes, doc, I was sent to Blackwater Penitentiary on my sixteenth birthday.” Her brows shoot up as she stares at me. “They sent you to an adult federal prison at sixteen?” Leaning forwards, I whisper to her as if it’s a great secret. “It was a life sentence. There was nowhere else to put me.” Until Scythe planned his little jailbreak, that is.
