𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
I licked my lips, frustration, and anger threatening to get the better of me.
"You see, Anthony. There is a part of you that knows we're right. That knows she needs as much normal as we can give her right now. Otherwise, you never would have taken her to the beach."
This time Daniel stepped up next to her. "We'll all be there. James, you, me. Lucian and his team. We'll fucking double security at Bolivia if that's what it takes."
"Please, Anthony," Vanessa pleaded. "I know you know how strong Anna is. She can do this. She's ready."
But I wasn't. I wasn't fucking ready yet. Ironic. I'd spent all this fucking time being who Anna needed me to be. A gentleman. An attentive lover. A love-sick puppy. A ruthless king. I'd been all these things to her to make her stronger, and here my family was, telling me Anna was ready, that she was strong enough to face the world — and now I wasn't the one ready to put her out there.