She nodded. "He was good to me, at least at first. He taught me how to survive the streets, taught me how to control and use my gifts."
Pain swirled around him, a gossamer veil he could almost touch. "When did it all change?" Though he could see the answer in her thoughts clearly enough, he wanted her to talk about it. Maybe then she would see that Jason wasn't the savior she thought him to be. The bastard had done little more than take advantage of a frightened young girl.
"When I turned fifteen." She shuddered, and he had to resist the urge to hold her close and caress all the hurt away. "Everything changed. He became possessive, never letting me out of his sight. Sometimes it felt as if he was in my mind, governing my thoughts, my actions."
