Which are you, the monster or the man? It wasn’t the words that had moved him. It was the look in her eyes, green as the sunlit sea. She was offering him absolution, the defining choice of a lifetime balanced on a blade’s edge. The truth, he knew, was that the world needed his kind of monster. It was a brutal place. It was unfair. And Clay Cooper, such as he was, was quite simply the right kind of wrong. But Ginny wanted the man. The man, Clay knew, that his mother had been trying to raise—not the monster her killer had made of him. The man, he’d said. Yeah? she’d asked, looking hopeful. Yeah.
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