“It’s dark.”
“Uh-huh. Too dark.”
“She’s scared of the dark.”
“Bethany?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay, though, because your daddy is with her, so he’ll keep her safe.”
“What about me? Who’ll keep me safe?”
“I will silly, I’ll keep you safe, Gerard.”
“You’re too young to be a father.”
“I’ve always been father! And I’ve done a pretty fucking good job with the four I’ve raised. And yeah, I’m a mess, and yeah, I’m an addict, but I’m a good father! I’m a good fucking parent, Darren. I kept them alive. I kept then fed, and loved, and nurtured and goddamn educated. I did that. Not you. Not him. Not Mam. Me. So, call me a junkie and whatever the hell else you want to call me, but don’t say that I’m too young to be a father!”
Tana hands me another cup of tea. “Almost there, love.”
“To Camelot?”
She nods. “It was once part of Cornwall, you know, until the king of
Wessex invaded. The rulers of Camelot used magic to hide it.