Florence used her weak arms to grab Milan’s shoulders. “No, come with me! Come with your friends! If you think things are going to get bad, then… why are you staying?”
Milan looked past her and in the direction of the children. “My stepmom loves me, Florence, and that was the only reason why I made it out of childhood alive. These children… they need someone to protect them. If I leave now, how good could everyone else fare without the power of the bride?
“Lasair had already shown them how good it was to have a living bride.” He smiled at her. “I can’t leave… at least not right now.”
“…why would you say that?” Florence’s eyes quivered. She pulled her hands to her chest. “…why are you always the wanted one between the two of us…?”
Milan twitched. “Florence?”
