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“We’ll be there tomorrow,” Mayla whispered.
I could sense the fear and worry within her as she rested against me, while we watched the fire cast its glow against the night. I ran my fingers through her long red hair, savoring its softness and the warmth of her presence.
“If you want to turn around, we can,” I said softly.
She shook her head against me but didn’t look up. I didn’t know much about Mayla’s family. I had never met them, and they hadn’t attended any of the parties or gatherings we’d had.
“I have to do this,” she whispered. “We need the help.”
“I’m sure the others would understand if this isn’t something you can handle right now,” I said.
I was prepared to do whatever it took to protect Mayla. Even if it meant we wouldn’t get the extra men, I would find another
