“There’s nothing wrong with wanting justice, Oakley.” “Is that what this is?” I ask, tilting my head. “Justice? Or are we just indulging our darkest impulses?” His lips quirk. “Can’t it be both?” He watches me with laser focus, seeing parts of me I didn’t know existed until recently. “And what does that make me?” “Human. Complicated. Like the rest of us.” “Even you?” I step closer, the knife still dancing between my fingers. “The stalker who screamed like a five-year-old when those red ants attacked?” Color floods his face. “They were fire ants. Venomous.” “Mmmhmm. Very dangerous. Super
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