Finn’s POV
The air in Warehouse Fourteen was thick with despair, a suffocating weight that had settled over the place long before I arrived. Day after day, I had watched fae and pixies alike broken down, their spirits crushed under the boot of those who considered themselves better. I’d been resigned to that same fate for so long, living day-to-day in silent rebellion with the only strength I could manage. But now, for the first time, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years—hope.
That hope had come to me in the form of Benson MacKee.
When Benson was first brought to Warehouse Fourteen, I hadn’t thought much of it. Another highborn fallen from grace, another broken soul thrown in with the rest of us to rot. But he was different. Despite the scars left by his father’s cruelty, he held ont
