Mallory nodded. “True. I am torn. I have a gift, but I'm not using it. But will using it destroy me?"
“You're stronger than that."
“I don't feel that confident. I was scared tonight. When I was younger I didn't know enough to be scared. I didn't have as much to lose."
“And now you do?"
He kissed her hand. She didn't resist. She felt his warmth and his emotion to her core.
“Yes, or at least I see the potential in what I could do. How I could make a difference. Does that make sense?"
“You didn't have ambition when we first met."
“No, I didn't. Dreams were a luxury in foster homes."
“Sad. Not that dreams were encouraged in my house. At least I slept in the same place for eighteen years."
“That helps."
“It does. I'm not sure I looked at it that way until I met you. And now your ambit
