"I will go!" That was not a question but Garrison's eyes narrowed sharply as the words felt between them.
"Anastasia."
"I do not know what you are worried about, Garrison. But if one of us has to do it. It should definitely be me. You will stay here in case we fail. You will know what to do then. I am not very sure about myself." The words hit low, reminding both of them that it could bring them apart. It could kill one of them. They could die while saving Rowan.
Was it worth the risk when he was not their child? When he only belonged to a mother who never cared about him, and a father who had lost his mind but never cared about him even when he was sane.
