twelve
“Someone hurt you,” he said in a calm voice with infinite understanding and no judgement like he’d been trained to be calm and patient. As if he was a professional. Which he was. Just not in a conventional sense.
The bustle that had been distracting before had faded to nothing but ambient noise. “Someone tried to,” she said. “And it was Tag who got me out.”
“When you were fourteen,” he said.
And her eyes bounced to his because she was so shocked that he knew. “How do you know that?”
“Because you said he’d been looking out for you since you were fourteen. You said to Gio today that Tag had been butting into your life for fifteen years, the math makes sense.”
Amazed that he remembered these details, that he’d been listening and paying close attention, she was impressed that he’d
