***Zane***
"I'm Kota," he giggles, climbing off my lap. "What's your name mister?"
The boy grins back at me, not an ounce of judgement in his tiny body. His pretty eyes sparkle with excitement as he waits patiently for my response.
I have been asked for my name many times in my lifetime, usually for unpleasant reasons, but never had anyone asked just for the simple reason of getting to know me.
My father asked me my name everyday growing up and everyday I disappointed him. Last night, my own mate wanted my name so she could reject me. And yet, this little boy with blue and brown eyes just wanted to know who the stranger in the bushes was.
His smile is infectious and as I stare silently at him, he furrows his brows and leans in close.
“Are you dead too?” He whispers, resting his
