“So similar to the man you’re defending. Did you know he put a reporter in the hospital? The guy was in a coma for three days.” My gut twisted as I stared at the gravel, unable to look at Caelyn, afraid I’d see fear or disgust. I’d been young and stupid, at my wit’s end and going just a little bit crazy. And the reporter in question had made my life a living hell for years. He’d somehow been able to turn any person I’d gotten close to. “Well,” Caelyn began, “if they were anything like you, I can see why.”
