Narda's POV
"Wait!! What?" I asked
I stared at him like he'd grown two heads.
"A nanny?" I repeated, blinking. Then, before I could help myself, I laughed. Not the cute kind either. The kind that escaped when you were so stunned by life's cruelty that laughing was the only defense. "You can't be serious."
"I am damn serious." His tone didn't shift.
That stopped me. I had already turned half-away, ready to disappear back into the dim hellhole behind me. But something about the way he said it… it sounded measured, unwavering and made me hesitate. I turned back.
He stood like a statue in the moonlight, expensive coat brushing the tops of his shoes, one hand still in his pocket. His eyes held mine, patient but unyielding.
I let out a short breath. "Mr. Knight…"
"Axle,
