"So that's what you're talking about, being my fucking keeper?" he asked, a thread of anger laced through the fear inside of him that had blossomed like a bloodstain when she'd started talking.
"I'm some kind of fucking monster that guards shit, and you think you can just stop it and make it okay?" His voice raised a little, that lethal-silkiness gone and in its place was a sound like a frightened animal, something cornered and faced with something with a lot of teeth and claws. And Charlie didn't do fear, he didn't embrace being afraid of anything.
"And that's why Arkady fucking got me out of trouble and brought me here? So I could be another freak in his fucking circus?"