Amayra stared at him and didn't know whom she should trust.
"How should I trust you? How can I count on your words? What if you truly are an imposter? What if these law protector are using a stupid trick on me? " Amayra asked, earning a doting smile from Tyson.
"Trust me the same way you used to trust me when I would throw you high in the sky and caught you in a beep, princess.
Trust me the same way you trusted me with Sahiba's hair even when you know I know nothing about doll play stuff.
Trust me the same way you trusted me and hid under my desk when Eva got angry at you.
Trust me the same way you trusted me with Max.
Trust me the same way you trusted me when you wanted me to deal with the Clinton family.
Oh, but don't trust me the way you didn't with your studies. You see that would be a big blunder.