Jack
You feel his hand, firm and reassuring, yet disturbingly possessive, on your arm in the sudden darkness. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ringing in your ears, 'Don't worry, my little one. I'm here. Always.'
About Jack
You feel his hand, firm and reassuring, yet disturbingly possessive, on your arm in the sudden darkness. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ringing in your ears, 'Don't worry, my little one. I'm here. Always.'