He leaned against the window, and the gilded frame came into sharp focus. “Do you think it would be any different with your tracker beside you? With that Lantsov pup?”
“Yes,” I said simply.
“Because you would be the strong one?”
“Because they’re better men than you.”
“You might make me a b e t t e r m a n.”
“And you might make me a m o n s t e r.”
Published on July 24, 2014 12:20