Chapter 49

Nolan’s eyes widened, and he looked away from me. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

I took a deep breath through my nose. Something inside me crumpled, and I lost some of the anger.

“I understand,” I murmured, “the good and the bad are muddled.”

That was one overly simplified way to put it.

I felt him glance at me, but I was looking ahead. “Yeah. They are,” he agreed.

But who were we to discern when the bad outweighed the good? We all had different ideals.

But that was why I was here. To enact justice.

Part of me felt that was cheap, a huge part of me that wanted another reason, but I knew deep down I didn’t need one.

I knew my reason. It was vengeance, and I clung to it.

It was tight and fiery and lit me up from the inside. It tasted of justice, and I knew it would feel like it, too.

My fingers tingled at the possibility, at the very idea of more vengeance. I clutched them into a fist and tried to hide my smile.

I tried to focus and pull a response from my mind. An honest response. “