Blake's POV
There was a long weighted silence stretched between us, Jayden stared at me for a while, it was more of a staring contest.
“She used to hum this old lullaby when she was scared,” I said to Jayden. “Even when she was pretending to be brave. I was there the night her father died. I held her hand through it all, I know she has probably found new strength here, but… a part of her is still that girl, and i-”
My voice broke, I clenched my fists as I reminisced on the past memories, the painful things Anastasia had gone through in the hands of her own people.
“I couldn’t protect her then and I won’t fail her now.” I finished.
Jayden stared at me , with an unreadable expression. Jayden's breathing had deepened, his fists flexing at his sides.
“You still didn’t answer me,” Jayde
