You aren’t a tool for vengeance. You weren’t born to be used. You were born to live, same as the rest of us. You’re a baker, a villain, and a pain in the ass, and you deserve to be—” I almost say a word that rose so naturally to my lips, but I stop myself. Not because it isn’t true, but because…it’s frightening. Vast. Overwhelming. So I repeat the safer term we’ve already used, with another poke to the chest. “Cared for.”
