“Sweetheart, I know. I do, too.” In some ways. I can’t overlook how the security measures are just as effective at keepingMartin out as it is keeping us in. “But Demyen… he’s a dangerous man, baby. And pretty soon, we’re going to have to leavehim. To stay safe.”
She furiously shakes her head as tears spring to her eyes. “No! I don’t wanna leave! Demyen’s my friend! He keeps me safe!He fights the monsters!”
He is a monster, babygirl.
But then his own words echo in my mind, reminding me that even he has limits. He basically accused me of accusing him ofbeing the worst of humanity, and to my surprise, he seemed genuinely insulted.
I’m not going to deny it—my first instinct was to think exactly that of him. He’s so quick to exact vengeance against me forsomething I did
