Marie’s POV
“I’m perfectly capable of doing it on my own, you know.”
We’re seated at my dining room table, eating the meal Cooper insisted we cook together. I have to say, Cooper’s a pretty good cook—much better than I am.
“You have no idea what you’re going to find in Wilmington,” he says firmly. “For all we know, there’ll be ten more guardians waiting for us.”
I roll my eyes. “You clearly don’t know how guardians work.”
“There’s exactly zero chance I’m letting you go by yourself, so you might as well just accept it.”
I do accept it—internally, at least. It means the world to me that he cares this much about my safety—that he wants to come at all. I won’t deny it.
I’m scared, too, though. Not scared of what awaits us in Wilmington, but scared of what spending that much time with C
