Chapter 1167 One Arm

• “Why would you say that?” Angelina asked, her head tilting in puzzled concern, dark lashes fluttering as though the question itself stung.
• Aiden’s voice fell to a hush. “It struck me out of nowhere—this sense that maybe I truly am unfeeling at times.”
• “Give up hunting Horus, and suddenly you’ll be the picture of compassion? We’re not saints, Aiden. No one expects us to erase ourselves just to rescue a man like him—and you are not a god, remember?”