her clutch the cup to keep from spilling.
Aedion grinned, and ruffled her red-gold
hair. “The battle won’t be pretty,” he said as
Evangeline sipped her milk. “And you will
likely throw up again. But just remember that
this fear of yours? It means you have
something worth fighting for—something you
care so greatly for that losing it is the worst
thing you can imagine.” He pointed to the
frost-covered windows. “Those bastards out
there on the plain? They have none of that.”
He laid his hand on hers and squeezed gently.
“They have nothing to fight for. And while we
might not have their numbers, we do have
something worth defending. And because of
that, we can overcome our fear. We can fight
against them, to the very end. For our friends,
for our family ...” He squeezed her hand
again at that. “For those we love ...” He dared
to look up at Lysandra, whose green eyes were
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