Capítulo 3: Chapter 3

The fifteen-year-old buried her face in his back. It was an unusual sign of weakness or maybe even fear. While she kept one hand clenched on his arm, the other went to his opposite shoulder, as though she thought that if she just hid behind him, the storm could not hurt her. Did she really believe in his abilities that much? Could she not feel him trembling? Couldn’t she see how weak he was?

Maybe Ken had no other choice. He was the only form of protection in her life other than herself. Sure, she had a big gun, a shit ton of fighting skills that Dakota could only begin to understand, and a hoard of magical necklaces of her own. But when it came down to it? When they faced something as big and horrifying as a giant tornado made of dust and destruction? The only comfort was her dad. Even after a year of working together. After everything, she still needed him. Still felt like he was indestructible. Still found comfort in his abilities, what little he actually had.