He nodded. “Always.”
“Then stay.”
It was what he’d been waiting for, someone to let him know it was okay to stop running, to stand and fight instead.
As if reading his mind, his mom said, “You say you didn’t fight for Victoria.”
He shook his head. “I think I tried to be in love with her since I loved her so much.”
“And now? What are you going to do now?”
Stay. He was going to stay.
And prepare for battle.