Aislinn stood to shift and go with Cullen, but Malik's voice stopped them. He sounded strangely strong over all the howling and commotion. "She'll be of more help here," he said simply.
Cullen growled. He didn't really want her anywhere near the dires or what was about to happen. He looked to Malik as if he had just been given and excellent excuse. Stay, he ordered.
"Don't you dare pull that bullshit on me," she growled right back. "You're my mate not my father."
Cullen growled. He looked to the woods and he could see Cadifor and Makeda charging into the woods with others. His place was in the front of the charge. He had already missed that.
Malik put his hand on Aislinn's arm. "If you help us fewer men will die," he said as he looked into her eyes.
Aislinn turned indecisively to Cull
