***WARNING: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, DESTRUCTION, AND GRUESOME CONTENT***
"Why aren't you coming with us?! You can explain everything to Marco later, when witnesses are present. I don't want you going off with whomever is out there," Lydia half-pleaded, half-demanded.
Lucas led them to the side, and wrapped a comforting arm around her; "Ya ken I canna do that, Lydia. If I run, then Magnus will have to label me a traitor. I dinna understand what's happening yet, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Please.."
Lucas cupped her cheek; "Dinna make this any harder than it already is.."
Lydia had started to silently cry as he'd spoken, but maintained her anger so she could still speak; "Do not lie to me, husband. I know of Magnus' death. And I know that Marco has Never liked you-"