Marcus looked out the third floor window at the approaching mob and militia. He saw his men lining up outside to meet them and sighed wondering what Esmond was planning. He was putting Isra in extreme danger and no-one seemed to care.
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"Marcus. What is it?" Isra sat with a soft smile drinking her tea. She offered the seat opposite her and he respectfully took off his helmet and sat.
"May I be blunt please?"
"Of course." Isra radiated a warmness right now that made Marcus feel relaxed despite the situation going on in the city.
