She rushed to the door, Broden at her heels.
“No, Lucy, no!” he cried.
Her eyes filled with tears. “But they have a child,” she whispered.
“They’ll kill you.”
She hung her head, then cracked the door open. “Stay here at the compound. Reigna and Eden may need your help when they return.”
“Lucy, you’re not going anywhere. Everyone here needs you. Let me go. I’ll talk to them, try to figure out what they want, try to . . . negotiate something.”
She faced him, smiling weakly. “Broden.” She stroked his cheek, then turned away again.
He moved her aside, then stood with his back to the door. He pushed it closed. “Then I’m going along.”
“No. Please now, let me go. Let me do what I can to keep you and the others safe.” She paused as another scream sounded out. “Please. All I’ve ever wanted is to keep all of you safe. Who knows but that this might be an answer to prayer? Maybe my leaving will grant all of you here some respite from all the turmoil of late.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Broden, you heard what that man said. They’re headed back to Chiran—to Zarek. I sent Marshall and Jerrett there to see what they could find out, but what better way to discover what’s going on there than to go myself?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Even if you made it that far, they’d kill you. What good would knowing his plans do you then?”
“I’m hardly defenseless, Broden,” she snapped. She motioned for him to step aside.
Reluctantly, he did.
She opened the door and then, standing in the threshold, took in a deep breath before stepping out.
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