He flinched and covered his face with his palms. Without the alcohol shielding him, I imagined his guilt was eating him alive faster than the worms hatching in his belly. “This is fucked, you know? The way I am … the way I feel. I could really turn shit around. Do better with my life.” “Yes, I suppose in some alternate universe you could’ve. Unfortunately for you, I found you first.”
It is so nice reading an *actually* morally grey MMC. Sarah J Maases of the world take note.
