I know dark. I know violence. I know the desire to hurt—and to have done so. For fuck’s sake, any time I peer in the mirror, I see it staring back at me. So when the prick’s eyes narrow, a shadow glancing over his long face… I’m not sure who he wants to pay more: me or my angel. He’s pissed. I don’t buy the sorry, nervous act. He’s pissed he got caught. He got arrested.
