But me? I had a plan now.
If I wanted Vaughn to drop a few kind words in Vanya’s ear—if he even talked to her—I needed to make him trust me. Maybe even look up to me. And that started with making him feel safe.
It was laughable. Me making anyone feel safe.
But I’d do it.
And I have had to apologize to Vanya about what happened in the alley… yeah, I meant it. Even if a part of me didn’t feel guilty. What I did was wrong—but it wasn’t malicious. It was instinctual. I’d never lost control like that before, never felt the need to be near someone, to touch someone, to taste someone just to prove they were real.
And now?
Now I wanted a chance. If she didn’t feel the same, fine. But I needed to know. And to know, I had to find her again. Soon.
My thoughts were snapped in half when training
