Chapter 74: Aziel

In this world, men who can keep their hands to themselves fall into two types: true saints, and guys who want to but can't perform. Otto Nicholson, by any measure, didn't look like a saint. Which left only the second option-and that thought made Nala's heart sink. It's one thing to have it and not use it; it's another to not have it at all. With a little over half an hour to go before clock-out, Nala went to the security office to tell Otto it was time to head out. "Why so early today?" Otto...