“You really think she’s ready?” he asked, running his fingers through Dakota’s hair.
He looked up at Gage from a soothing position in his lap. His soft touch felt as magical as the stone that made this exchange possible. “I dunno. She took out those militia guys like it was nothing. She’s a better shot than I am, by a lot. And she’s smart. Way smarter than ninety-nine percent of other kids her age. I don’t like it, but I hate leaving her, too. And I don’t think she’ll be any safer in Puerto Rico or Colorado than she will within arm’s reach.”
His worried expression was both understandable and heartbreaking. Even Gage, of all people, didn’t believe that. “She’s just so young.”
“I know. f**k, I know.” He reached up and caressed his cheek. “But it’s pretty much the only thing she wants in l
