As if the problems with his lover weren't enough, Mavis knew Zirron could handle them just fine. But he also knew how terrified Sylene truly was being taken to the military. He wished he could go to Sylene's side, to comfort him, to just be there. But what could he really do to help?
Frustration gnawed at him. Now he understood how Grandma must have felt when he'd been taken to the brothel—the brooding, heavy helplessness is suffocating.
He hated being a burden to anyone. If it weren't for him and Grandma, maybe Sylene could've slipped away easily—free, without anyone holding him back.
