Alex POV
My love for Jackson is completely irrational, defying all logic and understanding. I shouldn't love a man like him, a monster like him, but those emotions sweep over me like a tidal wave, arriving when I'm least expecting them. One second, I'm planning his torture for information, and the next, I'm desperately and hopelessly in love with him. His shaggy blond hair hangs in clumps around his sunken face as he kneels before me. Still, there's something in his eyes that isn't quite...right. I don't have any other words for it. There's something broken in this man, something shattered. When he tilts his head up and smiles at me—a twisted sort of smile that does funny things to my insides—I raise a hand to stop Jason before he can deliver the killing blow. My best friend stares at me
