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“He looks at them, his eyes electric blue, his eyes bottomless pit, his eyes a shine that deer sees in the headlights before the collision. His eyes — the shine of electricity in a crystal of pool water, the promise of torture when the moon comes out and winter’s snow crust under the heavy boot.”
“Broken people save broken people, he thinks, anger coming to a simmer, anger pounding in his ears, anger rendering him deaf.”
“Or so it was supposed to happen this. That’s what sergeant Riley was told. That’s what he was promised by the fates and the soulmark branding him with words he doesn’t want to hear and doesn’t want to think about.”
“Broken people are supposed to save broken people.”
“Too bad he never does.”
