the golden strand with a faraway look on his face. “You’ll never be without protection. Your father won’t send all three of your brothers with me because he still needs a new don. And.” He grabbed another tendril, this time rubbing it between his fingers. “If I die, you’ll be a widower. Your pregnancy will still be legitimate. You’ll give birth, and down the line, can marry someone else without any stigma or prejudice.”
