“No.” His eyes were narrowed, and his voice suddenly went icy cold. Nita’s eyes widened and she stepped back, instinct pulling her away. “You don’t get to do that, Nita.” “Do what?” “Judge me for not wanting to kill him. Judge me. You’re uncomfortable that I ripped a stranger’s tongue out. You, who blew up an entire market! Who lured strangers to a building to murder them! But you’ve got some sort of righteous rage that I won’t murder the man who was like a father to me?”
