He could clear the danger out of her path. He was stuck between the blood that coursed in his veins, the DNA he couldn’t help, and the blood that pumped his heart. Morgan made his heart race. She gave him purpose. He would never not choose her. No matter how difficult of a decision it may be. He would lay anybody to rest for her. Over her. Because of her. Morgan was justification enough to commit murder and condemn his soul to hell. He didn’t give a fuck, as long as she was covered. He knew his mistakes made him less of a man.
