“You are reality, Carter.” He sat forward, his forearms resting on his spread knees. “You’re the dirty little secret behind the clever advertisement. The filthy club floor once the doors are locked for the night and the lights are switched back on. You’re a ballerina’s broken feet after the stunning show. And what’s worse? You aren’t even unique. Even your bullies are victims, even your jailers are trapped. That’s how massive this beast is. Ironside swallows them all.”
