TESSA
The clang of the axe against the block of wood echoed in my ears, even as my thoughts scrambled to catch up with what was happening. Rowan was going to stay here? In this pack?
“I’m going to chop more wood,” Rowan said calmly. The tone of his voice already insinuated he was getting comfortable in the pack.
Edith turned to me and beamed, tightening the apron around her waist. “I’m going to cook for everyone,” she said, then glanced at Rowan. “He says he’ll start the fire for me, too.”
I glared at him, my eyes instantly flicking to the shirt draped casually over his shoulder. His body was slick with sweat from chopping, and I cursed myself for noticing.
His eyes widened slightly when he caught me staring, then he tugged the shirt on. “Sorry,” he muttered, his voice rough. “I go
