get distracted by a butterfly.
“So did I,” Harrow said wryly. “I’m not supposed to read them. But I’m still human. I peek.”
“Does it bother you?” I asked.
He thought for a moment.
“Some of it does,” he said. “The stuff where people say we’re all one thing. All heroes. All villains. All anything. I hate that. Because it’s not true either way.”
He leaned continue reading …
