Ivara's POV
I couldn't explain how things escalated so fast. One second, I was enjoying my short freedom; the next, I was caught between trying to escape Dark Hound one more time or staying back.
I stepped closer to Eryndor, my eyes blurred by tears. “Why? Why would you do this? Why would you risk your life for me?” I sniffled. “Xlynor wouldn't spare you for this, so why take the risk?” Hot tears poured from my eyes.
I'd never had anyone risk anything for me, or choose me, but this action brought me to tears. I didn't even know how to comprehend it.
Eryndor reached for my cheek and I leaned into his palm. He wiped my tears with his thumb, then smiled. “Let's call it a repayment.” His voice had turned softer.
“For what?” My voice broke.
He took out a satchel that was tied to the horse
