Nolan looked away from me. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
I took a deep breath through my nose. Something inside me crumpled, and I loosened the leash on my anger.
“I understand,” I murmured, “the good and the bad are muddled.”
That was one overly simplified way to put it.
I felt him glance at me, but I was looking ahead. “Yeah. They are,” he agreed.
But who were we to discern when the bad outweighed the good? We all had different ideals.
But that was why I was here. To enact justice.
Part of me felt that was cheap, a huge part of me that wanted another reason to relish in the cruelty I inflicted, to explain why the bl.oodlust sang to me, but I knew deep down I didn’t need one.
I knew my reason. It was vengeance, and I clung to it.
It was tight and fiery and lit me up from the insid
