Theirn was having the same sort of thoughts as he drove back to his apartment.
I didn’t really expect to like him—or trust him enough to work with him. Maybe he’s not as reckless as I assumed—because of what happened with Leander. Now will I be able to hold up my end? Not like I’ll be doing much, other than being window dressing to back up the story we’ve come up with. I can do that, and maybe, just maybe, Dad’s family will finally accept that I’m worth something. Dad believes I am, and so does Zander.
He felt the ache that always came when he thought about his life. It was hard, being different. Which I am, in so many ways. Not really human, not really elf, gay…No friends because of the whole not ageing thing. Always moving around. Not even being able to acknowledge publically that Dad
