"Walking back to camp in the dark is suicide, Luna."
Korren’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He stepped squarely into my path, his massive frame blocking the dark treeline. His pitch-black eyes were burning with a mix of panic and sheer frustration.
"I don't care," I snapped, refusing to look at him. I stared straight at the center of his leather chest armor. "Move out of my way, Protector."
"No," Korren growled, standing his ground. "There are ravines. The temperature is dropping. We stay here until first light. That is a security protocol I will not compromise on, even for you."
I locked my jaw, my hands curling into trembling fists. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run into the freezing woods just to get away from the suffocating, cloying scent of Selma’s perfume that was now mix
