“Is that really what everyone calls you? You must have a name.” “I do.” I waited. And waited. And waited. “Well, what is it?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping low. “Maybe I’ll tell you. If you earn it.” There was always a test when it came to this man. “Earn it, like your trust?” His laugh was humorless. “You might earn my name one day. But make no mistake, Cross. I will never trust you.”
