“He was a lying asshole.” “So? You can’t kill people just because they’re assholes!” I stilled and focused intently on Moth. “Do you kill people just because they’re assholes?” He gave a tiny, noncommittal shrug, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit it or not in case I started yelling. “Jesus, Moth.” I swiped a hand over my head then down my face, pulling at the skin briefly as I stared up at the dark sky. “How many assholes have you killed?” He looked both bewildered and mildly sheepish. “Am I supposed to keep track?”
