Who the heck is this man? Havok looks even harder on the outside than he did the day I was taken. His features are more defined from age and his skin is covered in artwork. I imagine that this is what women refer to as a ‘bad boy’. Yet he’s softer than I’ve ever known him to be. Finding out about the money he kept safe for me and the lengths he went to, without knowing if I’d ever have any use for it, leaves me speechless. It’s mind blowing to think that this is the same person who made me dread going to school.
