The father of his wife had invited Levi and his soldiers to his manor, to discuss funds and equipment spending.

The men would stay the night, and Levi was forced to watch his wife—in those silk night garments that drove him crazy—walk around the manor with a lantern in her hand as men stared at her like a piece of meat.

He gripped the armrest of his chair, despising her perimeter checks.

He abruptly stood up.

“Give me the lantern. I’ll stand guard.” He ordered her.