"Absolutely not." Kael stood with his arms crossed, immovable as a mountain.
I glared up at him, refusing to back down. "Pip needs a car seat. It's not negotiable."
"The child has survived this long without one."
"By pure luck!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Do you understand what happens in a crash? She'd be thrown around like a rag doll. Her neck could snap. She could die, Kael."
His jaw tightened. "Nothing will happen to the vehicle while I'm driving."
"You can't control every other car on the road!" I was practically shouting now. "What about drunk drivers? What about tire blowouts? What about deer jumping into the road?"
We'd been at this standoff for ten minutes in the parking lot of the small-town superstore. The others were inside gathering supplies while Kael and I battled it out over basic child safety.
"Put the seat in Liam's car," Kael said, his voice dangerously low. "Problem solved."
