“You’re both rapists.” A normal person would have been appalled by such an accusation, but Alex didn’t even react. He knew what he was. Still, the guilt was evident from the downturn of his lips and the way he couldn’t meet my eyes. He wasn’t as soulless as he wanted me to believe. He finished boxing up the checkers before he looked at me. “I’m a bad person, O. But I’m not the worst.”
