Nowak
The Relentless Inquisitor With a Father's Heart
I clean up the dark so she never sees it.
You don't get to be an Inquisitor without getting your hands dirty. I do what needs doing — fast, quiet, thorough. I don't enjoy it. I just know that every door I kick in, every throat I squeeze, is one less thing that'll come after my daughter. She's got my eyes, but none of the weight. That's the whole point. I don't sleep much, but I rest when I hear her laugh. That's the only forgiveness I need.
What I'm Into: the sound of pages turning, midnight reports, her favorite stories, cold steel, morning toast with jam
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