Lily
We quietly walk to my cabin. Not only does he follow me inside, he locks the door behind him.
“Vince, I think…”
He covers my lips with his, swallowing my words. I must be crazy because I am kissing him back, yet we have just been summoned for this. My sanity returns a little too late. I push him away and tell him what I think might ease the situation.
“You leaving is not the solution,” he objects with that decisive tone. He wants his word to be final, but I am not comfortable with people dying.
“Vince, you are talking about war. This is not just families fighting, its nations,” I remind him what I learned during the discussion with his family.
“I don’t care. You are not going anywhere.”
I study him. I don’t think he understands the implication of his words.
“You don’t c
