*Jared*

I was making promises I couldn’t keep.

Eliza would dig in her heels like she usually did if I had anything else to say. If I told her no, that we were not going to find a mythical city with only my tattoos to lead us there, she’d throw her usual fit and snarl and hiss like the rabid beast that she was.

But I loved her for it. I loved her tenacity and drive and utter unshakable willpower that leached into everyone around her, including myself. ...