“Most people aren’t really trying to hurt others; they’re just thoughtless and don’t pay attention.” Not that that helped the person who had gotten hurt, but motive did matter. Summer ran her thumb gently along his hand, stroking his knuckles. “It’ll be okay.”
“Not in my experience,” he whispered in a near haunting tone, recalling his father and then the hunters who hurt his kind. Relaxing completely at her soothing touch, he smiled and cocked his head to the side. “I know.”
She wanted to point out that his experience was limited, that there were so many more people out there worthy of his trust. “I won’t let anyone else hurt you on purpose,” she said instead, surprising herself.