“Link, you can’t just come back into my life and expect me to accept everything without question. I need to understand. I’m not that child anymore either. I changed too,” I breathe out. His lips twitch and there is definitely nothing boy-like in the look he gives me, his grip remains unyielding, tugging harder on my hair. “No, you’re not. We’ll tell you everything, Dessa. But first, you have to trust us. Trust me.”
