I was safe, and I had someone who was just mine, and…and he was always there for me. Even still, he’s always there for me.” “He’s your anchor,” Danil says quietly. “No,” I whisper, my eyes lifting to the full moon. “He doesn’t fight the tide. He controls it.” My coworker-turned-friend sighs, and I bring my eyes back to him. “A romantic,” he insists. Maybe he’s right.
