CHAPTER - 18
Jenn wrapped his arms around her neck and she grasped them, leaning her cheek on his soft forearm.
"Clark Kent wasn't rich," he said.
"Definitely not the point."
She rotated so her head was against his chest, his arms still wound around her as his fingers rubbed
small circles on her back.
"I need you to know that even though Joseph and I don't have superpowers we will figure this out. I know we will. The three of us will figure this out." His fingers trailed up her back, to her head where he held her head between his hands gently. She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "No matter what it takes, we will keep you safe. You understand?"
More than anything Prerna wanted to believe him. She
wanted to trust him. And in that moment, she wanted
to take his hand, embra
