Virgil arrived one afternoon with two lawmen at his side.
“I’ve come for what’s mine,” he declared. “Blood law binds tighter than silver.”
Angelina’s breath caught.
Jonas stepped forward.
“They don’t belong to you.”
The lawmen looked uneasy.
“The woman must choose,” one said.
Angelina’s pulse thundered. She looked at her children. At Jonas’s steady frame.
She stepped forward and slipped her hand into his.
