Lan tensed in preparation for the fight. Killing Caleb would make things difficult for him…and complicate caring for Lyla…but it was doable. Living in the wild on the run. That was doable.
Already his mind was flashing past the fight he anticipated in the next few minutes to what he would do after. How long could he hide the fact that he’d murdered a fellow soldier and a nobleman of The Empire before he was found out? How would he keep the village healer silent until Lyla was well enough to run?
Would Lyla even be willing to run with him? Of course, it was a given that she would have to run. He couldn’t leave her here to the mercies of whatever was going on. She didn’t have to stay with him. He could…could…take her…somewhere she wanted to go…
Just the briefest thought of being without Lyla had his breath coming in short fits as his chest tightened up. He could let her go. He could…?
All he had to do was kill Caleb first and then…