“I have help coming,” he said, already moving on. “We just have to hold out until they get here.” He was confident, sure of himself the way a prince might be. Or a well-trained soldier. How had I not seen this side of him before? His troops were coming. “How many?” I asked. “Four.” I felt my hopes rise. “Four thousand?” His expression sobered. “No. Four.” “You mean four hundred?” He shook his head. “Four? Total?” I repeated. “Lia, I know how it sounds, but trust me, these four—they’re the best.”
