Nora
“Good, Nora. Good job. I’m so proud of your growth.” Michael wiped the sweat from his brow with a wide grin on his face.
It took about…three years for him to call her by her name. Another ten for him not to sneer at her.
Another five years after that and he stopped acting like he hated her very being.
Michael was the one and only person in her life—aside from the gods. She was more comfortable around the female than her counterpart, though. He was not as approachable. Still, the relationship deepened with them.
With Michael, though, it was a pseudo…something. He wasn’t like a father. No, she wouldn’t open that up for a man who spent years basically hating every bit of air she sucked in. Oh, and tried to kill her.
He took his time training her to control her pow
