“I hate the name Havok,” I tell her honestly. “My parents thought it was fitting, I guess, since I fucked up their plans by being born.” “I’m sorry. I won’t use it anymore.” She frowns, looking bothered by my admission. “It’s okay, pretty girl.” I grin, not wanting her upset on my behalf. “I don’t mind you calling me that. It’s more the way it was used, how it was spoken, than the name itself. Like it was synonymous with a curse word. I’ve never felt that way when you say my name.”
