I couldn't stop thinking about my father's question.
Even after he left the workshop, even after Jace and I went upstairs, and even after I climbed into bed, those words stayed in my head.
Would you let me be your baby's godfather?
I stared at the ceiling while Jace slept beside me.
The room was quiet, and for once there wasn't an emergency waiting for us in the morning.
There wasn't a club meeting. There wasn't an enemy. There wasn't another threat hanging over our heads.
There was just a question.
And somehow, that question felt heavier than all the others.
I rolled onto my side and looked at Jace and he opened his eyes.
"You aren't sleeping." He said.
"Neither are you." I said.
"I was." He said.
"You were pretending." I said and he smiled.
"You've been thinking about your d
