Chapter Nine
“How can you have any say in how I feel toward Nero?” I hear myself ask as if from a distance.
“I can’t.” Chester strokes his lion’s pale mane. “You both have free will. All I did is make it so you’d bump into each other more often than normal, and perhaps under circumstances that could ignite a spark, should one be in place already.”
What?
Is this why Nero caught me picking through his safe while he was wearing nothing but a towel? Or why Nero was there for me at just the right moment so many times, like when I was grieving Rose’s death? Or when I was—
“You will never use your power on either me or Sasha again.” The menace in Nero’s voice seems to scare even the lion.
“You got it,” Chester says quickly. “Never again.”
He must not have lied, because Nero unclenches his
