I don't want him. Bits of that piece were written by yours truly and now, some years later, the scene below came to me. If you haven't read The Reckoning Comes, this probably won't make much sense to you. Go give it a try.
Every armor has a chink.
Every predator, a moment as prey. Every family, a weak link. Divide, as they say, and conquer. The girl's name was Rachael, but he neither knew it nor cared. She was small, young, pretty, and, best of all, terrified of him.