“Would you have helped me?” He framed my face, brought it close to his, and murmured vehemently, “I would’ve made sure you never had to leave these rooms to get what you wanted.” I nodded, knowing that was true. “But then that would make you the monster they believe you to be.” “So be it,” he seethed quietly. I pressed my mouth to the corner of his. “But you’re not a monster, Colvin.”
