“Alisa, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be seen by the prisoners.” Garrett holds my shoulders with his hands. He looks at me with his eyes pleading for me to agree with him.
“Why, is it a bad idea?” I feel his frustration.
“I don’t want them to see or touch you. I don’t want them to know what powers you have. I don’t want you to be put in danger. I don’t want them to make you a target. You are too important to me. I told your parents that I would protect you and I will. Please stay in the observation room. You will be able to see and hear everything.” Garrett gives my shoulders a squeeze as he rubbed his thumbs on my upper arm. His touch is helping him win his argument.
He is right, you know. Sansa links.
Oh, now you’re talking to me? Where have you been h
