“Do you know what he’s done? What he is?” I could feel Dean stiffening behind me, but I didn’t give in to the urge to turn around. “I know about Veronica Sterling. I know about Gloria, and all the others.” That wasn’t quite true—but I let Redding think that Dean had told me everything. “And you don’t care?” Redding said, tilting his head to one side and staring at me, into me. “You’re drawn to darkness.” “No,” I said. “I’m drawn to Dean, and I do care, because I care about him.
