“No, you don’t.” I shook my head.
“Yes, I do. I’m not stupid! Just because I don’t say anything doesn’t mean I don’t understand.” His hands curled and uncurled into a fist several times before he said, “You feel guilty because it was YOUR body that did the deed, but YOU did not consciously kill Nolan. YOU did not give yourself a curse that makes you go all psycho god-killer on aggressive assholes that come at you!” Aryan ran his fingers through his hair roughly—his frustration evident. “You can feel as bad as you want for all I care, but you are NOT allowed to think you deserve to be mistreated. Because you don’t deserve to get your ass kicked for something that was never your fault to begin with. And if this is something you’re gonna continue to think, then what in the World Below is the point of going on this damn quest?”
In an annoyed voice, Petite said, “Des, what kind of trouble are we in now?”
“Tempest,” I called, recognizing her superhero counterpart’s voice. “You have good timing.
