~ JOHN-PAUL ~
It was a beautiful day. JP thought he probably smiled more in those hours with Lark than he had ever smiled in his life. A simple kind of joy that made him want to find things funny, that made him want to touch and hug, and compliment.
Lark smiled too, and it was a whole new joy to see her throw off the shackles of her father’s overbearing control and turn to him with all the sweet spirit and strength she had lacked.
As he watched her, he wondered what fire burned within her that had been doused by her messed-up family. What strength did she have that hadn’t even been tapped yet?
He couldn’t wait to find out. To bring out the warrior within her—and to let her hunt. He could envision the pride and dignity in her when she’d stopped doubting herself. When she no longer felt
