The worry and concern clearly visible in Nera’s eyes gut me. Is this how it feels to have someone to call my own? Someone who actually cares if I live or die, beyond the fact that my death would mean the loss of an asset? For the first time in my life, I feel like an actual person and not just a scrap shaped to resemble one. “Nothing on this earth would stop me from coming back to you, my tiger cub.” I slam my mouth to hers. “I promise.”
