CHAPTER 15
~Garth's Point Of View~
"Please, Dad."
I let out a long, tired sigh, slapping a hand on my forehead. "Maggie, we've been over this."
"But…"
"No."
Maggie twists her lip, her fourteen-year-old face wrinkling into a scowl "That's not fair," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It's not about fair. It's about the fact that the place we're going is crawling with things that want to rip us apart and use our bones as toothpicks. So no."
She scowls. "Then why do you get to go if it's too dangerous?!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Because we need food, kid. You like eating, don't you?"
Maggie glares. "Maybe."
"Then there's your answer. We don't have a choice."
"Uh-huh," she deadpans, rolling her eyes so hard I worry they'll get stuck that way. "And I guess I have a choice? Like, if you die, what happens to me?"