* William’s POV *
I never thought I'd end up in a place like this. The FBI headquarters was among the few places I made a conscious effort not to ever visit. And now here I was, being dragged in like an animal. It was like something out of a movie. The fluorescent lights hummed above me, casting a sickly pallor over the sterile white walls. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and fear.
I'd been escorted here by some federal agents, who had clamped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and herded me through the maze-like corridors. They didn't tell me where we were going or what was going to happen to me.
Now I sat in a small, windowless interrogation room, staring at the table in front of me. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. How had I ended up
