Trust. It means having no control, and I hate that. All this power, and what’s it good for? What’s the use if it can’t protect the ones closest to me? If it leaves me so f*****g exposed?
Every day, it takes everything out of me.
But I do it anyway.
Because she asked me to.
“And this is her favorite toy, so if she starts crying—”
“April,” Elias’s booming voice laughs, “relax. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“Sorry,” April sighs. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never really left her with anyone. Even with June or Petra, I was always in the next room, so…”
Elias pats her on the shoulder. If anybody else dared get so familiar, I’d be snapping the offending limb in half. That said, it’s a little hard even for me to be jealous of an octogenarian. And besides, Elias isn’t just her boss; he’s her fami
