Of Flesh & Bone (Tenebris, #2)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

“Men. Like I said! You”—she jabbed a finger into the middle of his chest—“are no better than that son of a bitch who took away her entire identity. Her life. The only thing she had left of her brother. You muck around with her because you feel that somehow you have the right to do it. And therefore, that somehow that makes you righteous.”

We cannot force people to heal. We cannot force them to be better.